salt in my coffee

salt in my coffee (honest reflections).tears on the eve

happy tears and sad tears.
it is all the same.

over the years i have shed my fair share of sad tears.
the times when the emotions i am feeling
cannot be contained any longer and
burst through the tiniest of tear ducts.
the feelings fall down my face
in cylindrical shapes and
roll down my cheeks.

lately, i have had the strong emotions
that well up and threaten to reveal themselves.
but, they are not the sad ones that i have been so accustomed to.

they are mostly happy.
bursting forth.
like beams of sunshine striking my heart.

i do want to glean everything from my mentor and
she cries all the time.
so this must be inevitable.
just inevitable.

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salt in my coffee (honest reflections).iep

it’s iep season.
(a hug to all of the iep mamas out there.)
who wants to be average or typical anyway?

also, i may have said the phrase,
“i am so tired of babysitting adults.”
out loud.
to the team.
(note: not every single person on that zoom call needed babysitting.
there were a couple of gems logged in).

and, i may have also suggested that the team actually experience
a day of what it is like to help a child with special needs,
instead of just having meetings about said days.

supporting on paper is entirely different than actual support.
here, in real life.
where i live.

sometimes they can be a support team
and sometimes they can just be a group of people who translate
every word and
every report and
every suggestion
into how much that will cost them.

spoiler alert: those people are not actually on your team.
those people are not supporting your child.
or you.

rant over
(for now).

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