This morning I had a meeting at my children's new school regarding my son's IEP. There apparently had been some confusion and the school was "unaware" that he had an IEP. I could launch into an irate tirade about this, especially considering we gave them a copy when he was enrolled, but I won't. It's not really what I want to write about.
The woman I met with was very nice, and it was the first time I had ventured into this particular school. Considering it's very large--four floors with eleven hundred students--it seemed new and clean and well-organized. Everyone was polite and pleasant, including the security guard (security?!? yikes!). Overall, I got the impression that it's a decent urban school.
Afterwards, I came home and took my dad to the grocery store. He likes to shop on Thursdays because he gets a senior discount, and so off we went to his favorite store. He usually uses a motorized cart these days, as he can't stand for very long without fatigue in his legs and pain in his back. So I basically followed him around, helping him find whatever was on the list that he couldn't reach.
We came home and I unpacked the groceries, checked my email and message boards, and began to write this blog. In another fifteen minutes,we're off to the neurologist so she can monitor how my dad is doing regarding his gait. He has had difficulty with walking and balance.
This time in his life is difficult for everyone. It's hard to watch people you always saw as being strong and competent slip into a level of no longer being able to care for themselves. But one of the life lessons I'm learning is to enjoy the time I have left with him. No day is one to take for granted.
We might have months or we might have years. Either way, I'm thankful for his good days when he's sharp and can joke with me and carry on conversations. I'm sad for the days when he can't and devastated for the days that bring increasingly more tests and more serious prognoses. But we've got each other, and that counts for something. I'm thankful for that.