I don’t know about you, but even though I’m a pretty positive person, I have to admit that sometimes the “pressure” really gets to me.
Raising children is pressure-filled business. Raising children with special needs makes life feel like a pressure-cooker some days. There’s so much to worry about…money, therapy, school, socialization, special foods, chemicals, extracurricular activities, the future…the worries really are limitless.
Lately when I’m not worrying about money (which is most days), I’m worried about which therapy, treatment or intervention comes next.

Isabella is in a ballet and tap class. No, they don’t do both at the same time, though that could be pretty cool…. She doesn’t exactly love to go to dance, probably because everything happens too fast. While she’s just figuring out how to shuffle, the others have already ball-changed on to the next move. We may pull her out soon since she doesn’t care for it, but I really want to find something that she likes to do. I want to find her “thing,” be that a sport, an instrument, whatever. We haven’t found it yet, unless reading books counts.