Sit with me while I overcome that IEP. It might take a minute. While I rock back and forth and ask the same old worrisome questions: “Is it enough? Are we enough?” Enough therapy. Enough support. Enough advocacy. Enough pushback. Enough movement in the right direction. Enough seeing her potential. Enough.
“Is it that different,” I wonder, “This same old sickness that’s plagued me my whole life?” Except now the targets have moved. The subjects have changed. It’s not me we’re talking about, with my academics and worthiness and social rankings… it’s her. And haven’t we learned this lesson already? To throw out the damn measuring sticks they (society) keep thrusting in our faces and just keep offering the only thing we wanted and needed all along? Love?
Here’s some more, dear heart. Try to remember. Let it be enough.