A change in the schedule is fast approaching. School is out on May 30th for the older three, and Ryder's last day is May 22nd. This is such a busy time trying to wrap things up with school programs, activities, etc. Every May I want to enjoy the Spring weather before the heat sets in but we are always so busy. I have yet to make it to the park to walk along the track. I was about to today, but Hunter woke up with a sore throat, headache, and chills so he's home with me.
Bill started his Summer semester today. He's not quite finished with a couple of assignments from Spring semester because he requires so much extra help from the tutor, other students, or his instructor. There's nothing worse than having that constant anxiety looming over you--'Is he going to make it this time?' His instructors know of his Asperger's and other struggles, and so far they are being really patient. Bill is always hopeful and optimistic, I have to give him credit there. In all honesty, I don't see him finding a job as a computer programmer. He would need too much supervision. I do hope I am proven wrong.
It seems as if the only thing I am hanging on to is hope. I remember when our pediatrician told me when Ryder was just 18 months old, (and after repeated attempts to get him to diagnose Ryder with autism) "Don't expect Ryder to be as bright as your other kids." Where did that come from? I was so infuriated. How dare he take away my hope like that. I lost some respect for him that day. We can always hang on to hope. The definition of hope according to Wikipedia is:
***Hope is a belief in a positive outcome related to events and circumstances in one's life. Hope implies a certain amount of despair, wanting, wishing, suffering or perseverence — i.e., believing that a better or positive outcome is possible even when there is some evidence to the contrary.
I think hope is a good thing.
Hope is beautiful.I rely on Hope alot:)
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