I don't know if I've mentioned it before, but my beautiful girl, (the first born in the wilderness) has Asperger's. Her assessment came just before she started school, but since then she has learned ways of dealing with her 'issues'. To today, where you would be hard pushed to associate the label of Asperger's with Eildh.
She is a beautiful, talented, sensitive and loving child. I know that we're lucky that she's part of our family.
When I was dropping Hannah off at nursery today, which is next to Eilidh school, there was a boy, about 10 years old, being held by the head teacher, as he was sobbing and shouting. I think he was trying to run away. The head teacher (who obviously knows Eilidh and has had meetings with me about her and her 'condition') looked at me and said
"You could have it a lot worse."
And that upset me. Because, she's right. Eilidh could be a lot less functioning. She could have extreme signs of this condition. She could struggle at school, and I think I would struggle to help her.
And then I felt guilty. Guilty that I felt relieved, that I wasn't the mother having to come to the school to help my crying child.
And then I feel guilty at feeling grateful for my beautiful girls. The girls that I know I moan about, who are naughty and headstrong, but at the same time, loving and kind and healthy. I continually forget about perspective. And how lucky I am.