The Lodger loves designing and gifting cards. "Mum, I made a card for Z today!" "Fantastic. What did she say?" "She said you made my day and in my head I thought, that's a phrase because you can't make a day!" The Lodger is 8 During the summer, The Lodger turned 8. I know, 8, can you believe it. We put a call out for birthday cards and he had a fantastic time gathering them in the birthday treasure hunt. One by one they were opened and he quizzed us on who everyone was. "Mum, who's this person?" "O remember, the last PWSAI family weekend and at our table there was...." "The last family weekend" said The Lodger The Lodgers face fell. I continued to explain "Yes, the last family weekend..." "Mum, why would you tell me this on my birthday! I can't believe it, the last family weekend" As I continued to explain and he was getting further and further upset, Rory was trying to explain to me.
It must be such a comforting experience to be able to send a child to school and not have to worry about how they’re getting on. I feel guilty just writing that sentence. Parenting a kid with special needs does that.. guilt. It must be a comforting experience not having to keep your phone near you incase the school ring and hoping they won’t ring but when your phone does ring you’re relieved when it’s not the school but your heart skips a beat when it is. Then you answer the phone with your heart racing and you’re told what’s happened... and as you end the call your eyes are tear-filled, as even though you said you’d be strong, it rarely happens. And then you feel guilty because whatever you’re feeling, you know your child is feeling worse. It must be comforting to go to pick up and not have to be prepared that your kid had a hard day, that when you open the communication copy, you make a wish to read a positive account of the day and not a day with incidents. It m