I want to thank all of you who sent me messages of love and support after my last blog. I really appreciated each and every one of them.
However, I think it is important for me to say that the blogs I write are simply ‘a moment in time’. I didn’t even expect this one to be so dark, it just happened that way – and perhaps it was meant to.
I do need to vent.
I do need to be heard.
But I don’t want you all thinking that it is always like that, because that wouldn’t be true.
Ian is a challenge. There is no getting away from that. However, I have never felt the need to ‘take a break’ from him. Not at all. For all the strange behaviours and irritating t-shirt- and underpant-ripping habits, he’s still a good kid.
Maybe I am more resilient than some, but you know what? You’d be surprised yourself at what you could do if my life were yours.
He’s my son, and for all his strangeness, I adore him.
Tonight, when I went into his room to point him in the direction of his bath, he spontaneously gave me a great big hug. And then he giggled, which made me giggle too. And for that small, perfect moment, all was right with my world.
So thank you, again, for your continued support.