In the past couple of years, I've only briefly touched on the disabilities of two of my children. Their needs have been the reason why I've only posted briefly. I've had very little time to myself. When I have had time to write, I haven't felt the need to write anything for the public. The increased attention we have received at the hands of nurses, doctors, therapists and other professionals has made me crave privacy, not explaining to anyone else our situation. Quite the opposite, I'm exhausted from explaining all day, to so many people.
Now, we are entering a new phase. My two boys, let's call them Balthazar and Melchior, have entered an intense feeding therapy program. After a month, they will return home. We will all be together as a family, without multiple professionals in my home all day, every day. I'll still have help as a break on the weekends. This will give me time to attend to the things I wouldn't otherwise be able to do, like planting new vines. It will feel more like the family life we once had, and less like living in a small hospital.
We will also be able to resume a more normal social life. We'll be able to have help in the evenings, so that we can enjoy the company of friends. My children go to bed early, so they won't need nurses. In the past, I've either been awake all night caring for one of the boys, or too exhausted from our days to visit with anyone. Now that a change is coming, I'm delighted to explore and discover. I'm glad that I was the kind of person willing to live a quiet life for a time to meet their needs. I'm glad that I'm the kind of person who will know when that season of life must end. Now is the time to embrace the change and the growth of a New Spring.
These next few days are about saying goodbye to the hospital and the therapy program and saying goodbye to the last few days of winter. It's time to say hello to the new buds of spring, and the new buds of our lives.