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little gifties i made for friends


it's wednesday and it's already been a long week. the headiness of last week has seeped into the early days of this one, and i just can't seem to shake it. even in my dreams i am working out things and wake up in the morning tangled in thoughts and emotions, feeling exhausted like i didn't sleep at all.

there is lots of important stuff going on right now, that's part of. i also am adjusting to actually having work to do as i am getting a fledgling business off the ground. my mind is deeply immersed and caught up in the momentum of the swiftly moving stream of things i have to do and keep up with. it's been really busy and really exciting and absolutely an adjustment.

on the homefront, i've got my sons first team meeting at school coming up. this is a weighty thing too. it's going to set the tone of our relationship (as parents) with the school administration while we also trying to establish the unique path of my son's educational needs. i know that this is an uphill battle, and one that will probably need to be fought from year to year. i'm trying to approach this as a marathon of being my son's advocate and not being the schools advisary. the tipping point between the two is dangerously minute, so i am buffering up on what i know and trying to put on the back burner what i feel. this is absolutely not a strength of mine. so, there's that.

in all of this, i am grateful to have a husband who is very plugged-in and extremely supportive and patient. he knows me well, and sometimes sees me in ways i have a hard time seeing myself. he's also super knowledgeable about special ed and school admin stuff and has suggested some homework for me that i know will help. he is blazing new trails of his own in the school he runs, and the paralles of his worklife and homelife are often both a gift and a curse at the same time :)

things will settle in to place soon enough, i know, only to be stirred up again in new and unexpected ways. it's simply the ebb and flow of things.


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