I admit it.
I’m having an off day (week, month…). Things seem much harder than they really are. I have no energy to be creative or even friendly. I would actually just like to stay in my yoga pants, curl on the couch and watch a marathon of An Idiot Abroad.
Where am I going with this? Nowhere.
Like I said, I’m having an off day (week, month…)
I just spotted something on Facebook that brought back a flood of bittersweet memories.
Many moons ago, we lived in the tiny town of Smithfield VA. Known for Ham, History and Hospitality. (…and for the reek of the slaughter houses a few miles up the road….but you didn’t hear that from me.)
The two years we lived there were pretty darn rough. Hubby was deployed most of the time and Faith was sick quite a bit. Not like “cough, cough” sick. I mean “first name basis with the PICU nurses, inpatient for weeks at a time” sick.
It was also during this two year stretch that Faith was diagnosed with autism.
With 6 years between now and that moment….
…..the time standing still, I know she’s a little quirky, and for the most part only repeats lines from TV, and spends a lot of time flapping her hands and rocking, vomits when she touches anything with the texture of yogurt, and she poo paints, a lot, but what the heck do you mean she has autism moment?
Anyway, looking back, I can finally see some humor in our time in Smithfield.
Faith has had some pretty interesting obsessions over the years. Some memorable ones have been a spatula, a bar of soap and water towers.
Oh she loved water towers. Any size, any shape. Water towers were the highlight of her day. Luckily we had one right by our house.
When she would spot a tower, she would begin flapping her hands and making “Eeeeeeeee! Eeeeeeeee!” sounds. She would smile so huge that you couldn’t help but smile with her. She was 3. She had almost no communicative speech. But she could make everyone in the car with her laugh at how excited water towers made her.
During the time we lived in VA, we became water tower experts. We could plan a trip anywhere in area making sure we passed at least 3 towers each way.
The time we lived there I was miserable, depressed and always felt like a black cloud hung over my head. I was so happy to leave Virginia. I just plain did not want to ever look back on our time there.
Yet today I did. When I spotted the words “water tower” on Facebook.
Not only did I look back, I looked back and felt a flood of good memories.
The girl, she loved those towers. And she was so damn cute when she spotted one.
So maybe, just maybe, at some point in the future I will look back on this time fondly also.