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Sunday, 10 May 2015

Mother's Day 2015

A year ago I was on an absolute high after getting to meet a childhood hero of mine. I have spent the last year thinking there was no way that any future Mothers Day would ever compare. This week I have been reminded that things always get better.

For a while now I've been trying to catch up with Imogen's teacher to get an insight into what is happening in the classroom. With both of us having ridiculously busy schedules we've only managed to squeeze in a few conversations in the playground after school. They've been succinct, but profound.

What it boils down to is expectations.The other children in Imogen's class have known her since before they all started school together. I guess that is another joy of living in a small town. They have only ever known her as Imogen. Imogen's class mates have spent the past 5 years growing up with her, knowing her. They know what to expect from her without placing expectations on her.

Letting go of those expectations is truly liberating and I recommend you try it. It isn't lowering your expectations, it's just embracing the freedom to find joy in all the achievements that are made, all the milestones reached. It is a way to hold back the grief felt when expectations are not realised. Imogen's classmates do it naturally, why do we as adults find it so hard?

The last 12 months have been filled with more blessings than the previous 12 and we didn't think that was possible. Aside from Imogen growing and maturing into an amazing young lady who reads competently and chooses to improve her maths in her spare time, we have seen out other two girls blossom beyond belief. Our house is almost unrecognisable with the improvements of the last 12 months and my Bear and I are indulging in serious nerd talk when we study buddy at night.

So while this Mothers Day wasn't as unique as last year, starting the day with breakfast in bed, pottering around in my garden, taking the kids to the river, indulging in the prerequisite hot bath with a book was more than enough to remind me that when you hold no expectations, immense delight can be found in what is right before you.   

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