This was inspired by You Know It Happens At Your House Too!
The idea: Take the phrase “I am ____” and write on it for 5 minutes. Yeah–set a timer and all that shizz. What, i my classroom i once called a “quick write” to keep those lil fuckers busy while i took roll and got my shit together.
I am a woman, with all the wonderfulness and awfulness that that entails.
I am a mother.
I am a mother of the most awesomest awesome kid who ever rode to town on the awesome train.
I am the mother of a child with autism.
I am tired. I am frustrated. I am waiting for the day that i can relax. And i mean REALLY relax, not the five minutes i get from time to time to fucking BREATHE and eat a popsicle.
I am afraid that day will never come.
I am beset on all side by those trying to tell me how to do this.
I am not really listening. much.
I am, however, learning. always learning. About Autism, about caregiving, about pie crusts, about keeping a marriage working, about how to make my own stain fighters, about surviving.
I am crafty. You want it? I make it. questions?
I am a writer. always have been. Since i could put pen to paper. ask my kindergarten teacher, and the story about the lions…
CRAP! I’m late to wake up the kid for school! I am outta here!