The week has been beautiful, not without its challenges, but beautiful nonetheless. We had a brief hospital visit where my son was diagnosed with tourette’s syndrome. And while I do occasionally worry about the growing number of special needs, there wasn’t a day this week that wasn’t good. The moments we were together in a hospital room, the hours we read, planted in our community garden and walked outside, the text from their godparents offering an afternoon/early evening’s baby-sitting “just because”, their other godmother getting in touch to ask if I’d like a couple of hours on mother’s day to myself, their fairy godparents {aka the couple they think hung the moon} arranging a fun bike ride. Then there was the worry over finances being met with a hug from each of my two {as if they instinctively knew Mummy needed a bit of tender care} and evenings spent hiking, biking, walking and watching my daughter’s swimming abilities come on by leaps and bounds. We have a truly beautiful life and tourette’s will now simply be part of that.
