I had a rough night last night. It was one of those cumulative sort of episodes where you stockpile stress and worry and get to the point where you have to empty some of what’s in that bucket to get to the next day. I’m sure that means I need to focus on better ways to deal with that.
Part of this is not paying enough attention to all the positives that happen every day. So before our big appointment today, let me tell you one.
Yesterday, he ate a mouthful of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
This may sound utterly trivial to a lot of parents, but this is the equivalent of me orbiting the earth without a spaceship. There are a number of textures in a PB&J that normally make him gag (the literal, retching kind). He didn’t look terribly excited by what he ate, but he chewed it and swallowed it – no taking it out of his mouth and handing it back to us in a panic.
He earns every triumph, and every one is cause for celebration. I needed to be reminded of that yesterday.