I learned that from an old friend, Margaret Webb, and her Life Coaching seminar, “Parenting The Child You Didn’t Expect When You Were Expecting.”
If you know me at all, you know I’m a skeptic about most self-helpish-stuff. But I adore Margaret. And when we chatted and she shared the life-changing strategies she has found, uses and will continue to use in her own life, I couldn’t say no. So I jumped into her tele-class.
I had to bow out a time or two from the calls. Baby Jude’s schedule predominates most things and he had a CT scan, follow up, and a whole lot of etc., etc., etc.
But I bucked up and asked for one hour a week from my husband. That’s when he’s totally in charge and I can jump on the phone with other moms – including Margaret, who offered incredible tips, ideas and sounding board.
I learned to recognize that a simple thing like breathing isn’t simple at all. It isn’t simple in the exam room of a doc giving you the news you didn’t want for your child, or in the midst of an ASD (Autism Spectrum Disorder) tantrum from your wee one. During these times, I sometimes forget to breathe.
I shake my head later and think, “that did not just happen, or he did not just cry silently through watching an entire parade while his sister marched down Main Street.”
But yes, it did. And yes, he cried, silently. And yes, I forgot to breathe.
So, to find a place that you can get your breath back, when you are “Parenting the Child You Didn’t Expect When You Were Expecting,” that is a great thing. You get your breath back.
Thank you, Margaret Webb, Life Coach. And thank you Baby Jude and Jane for being my reason to keep on breathing!
As always, Grateful Prayerful & Hopeful.