I had started a post yesterday about Jake and what's happening right now with school, behaviors at school, their reactions, etc. It was a venting post, and as I wrote I was getting more worked up, more upset, rather than calming down as I usually do when I'm writing. So I nixed it, for now. I need to try and step away from it, focus on all the fun, positive, funny things going on in our lives and deal with the school system as needed, not stress over it 24-7. So I'm not going to talk about people's inability to handle a child properly. I won't tell you how "different" can still mean ostracized or persecuted, even in a special needs classroom. I won't dignify with remark how even teachers blatantly lie on a child. (Nope, this isn't me being blind, this is me knowing Jake's limitations when it comes to specific wording and conversation.) And I won't mention the fact that Jake's anger issues? Nothing in comparison to Mom's when you back her, or her kid, in a corner.
Instead, I'll focus on the good stuff, the fun stuff. Winter's given way to April showers with warm weather. And even the showers haven't been frequent yet- mostly it's been sunny and slowly getting warmer. The smell of freshly cut grass seeps through the screens in the windows and door, signaling it's time to go outside, run barefoot and play.
I adore summer. I always did. Playing till dark, hot dogs from the grill, kids with Popsicle stains on their faces or shirts. Kool-Aid mustaches...lol. It was always a blast, and still is. Fourth of July picnics, fireworks... I could go on and on. Summer brings out a good side to me, one I don't see a lot of these days. A more kid like me emerges and wants to run wild. It's not about therapy or medication, techniques or teachers, IEPs or attitudes. We can all run wild in summer, play hard and sleep harder. Run off the anger or energy, laugh and play.
Summer is coming, and I am so ready. It's flowers and family, friends and a beer on a lazy afternoon. Sprinklers and sparklers, laughter in the dark. It's innocence, all in a season. It's mine, this summer time, and I wait for it with open arms.