A message from Joyce:
Tonight at dinner I told everyone I was in a funky, funky chicken mood. Sarah said, "What kind of chicken?" I repeated funky, funky. I can't really put words to it. Something just seems off.
It started with Matt being late to school. John usually gets him up, but unbeknown to me he went out to shovel the driveway and I fell back asleep. Into a deep, deep sleep which is rare for me. When John came back in he asked, "What's wrong with Matt?" "Nothing," I mumbled. "Why's he still in bed then?" "Oh $h*t," now I was awake.
Then I had to call the insurance company to let them know that TJ was involved in the 45 car/semi pileup on I-71 near Columbus yesterday. Did you see it on the news? It closed I-71 for hours. Apparently the newswire made it all the way to Tokyo. If you have been following our story for long, you may recall that this exact time just two years ago, TJ was hit by a semi on this same highway. Fortunately, once again he walked away and this time his car was at least driveable, but does have significant damage.
Then I opened yesterday's mail. I got a lovely notice from my credit card company. Just because our wonderful politicians have decided to stick there neck into credit issues, I now get to pay a new $100 a year fee. Oh and by the way, your new interest rate will be 26.99%. WHAT!??!! That's the thanks I get for paying my bill on time for years and having an excellent credit score, despite having thousands of dollars of medical debt.
Then there is this whole Sarah Palin thing. It disgusts me. I feel like Down syndrome is being drug through a mud bath. I hate the way this is being made into a political quagmire.
It doesn't help that I have shoveled the driveway three times today. And it is still snowing.
I think what furthered my funky, funky chicken mood is a blog. Ellen from To the Max, who I so admire, wrote an awesome post today about future employment. It wasn't her words that hit me though. It was the comments. I'm not even sure why I took the time to read them all, but I did. I responded to one of the comments. But what has me more bothered is a pattern that emerged in a few of the responses. Basically it goes like this: the mother/grandmother of an adult with a disability babies/shelters/alienates said person, but once they get into a group home they thrive. And it made me stop. Stop. dead. in. my. tracks.
It made me stop and really look at myself. Do I baby Sarah? Am I getting in her way of personal growth? I do want her to be able to move out. There is one problem though. Sarah is number 2004 on the wait list for a waiver to pay for a group home placement. She will likely be into her 30's before her number is called. And so I have been pondering this all day long. Do I shelter her too much? This question would probably have kept me up all night, except...
...just a few moments ago I read a comment on our blog. From a dad. A dad who did let his daughter go, all the way across the country to serve as a missionary. So on Valentine's Day 2010, she could knock on our door. And we invited her in. Why? Because I have gotten to know many friends from our blog who have shared their Mormon faith. And with that faith, I understand there is a greater mission, a divine plan. One that I need to remember will guide me, especially during the funky hours.