Yep, that’s me today.
This whole move is starting to get to me. I know that I have nothing to worry about, everything will be fine.
I prayed about it all; so this is where I need to have a little faith.
Sounds easy enough.
But I will miss Leah’s therapists.
And what if the new ones aren’t as good?
What if she falls behind because I don’t work hard enough for her?
What if she gets mad because of the transition and won’t work hard enough for me?
What if we don’t like the new house?
My heart is full of what ifs.
Down syndrome hasn’t been as much of a focus lately.
Honestly, I’ve been thinking less and less about Down syndrome as a life-altering diagnosis and more like a minor condition.
For example, Elijah is near sighted and so he has glasses, Leah has Down syndrome and so we have therapies.
But now I’m all worried again.
Maybe part of my worry comes from her latest OT evaluation. She had results that I wasn’t expecting.
Maybe it’s just the move.
Maybe it’s a little of both.
So, I’ve spent a fortune on books and toys to take with us so I can do my part.
I’ve been on the floor playing with her for most of the day.
But then I’m not getting my work done around the house to get ready to move.
Good thing the new house has a whirlpool tub (and maybe even the hot tub will work) then I can get rid of some of this stress! :)