This post has been written and rewritten in my head. Most of them are. Sitting down to the keyboard and examining the events of our life here is often an achievement simply in time and energy to complete my task. Beyond that, I ask myself to be candid (to a reasonable degree) with myself and my audience. Of course, to relate my life I must confess my own faults as well as revealing the ones I discover in this very strange special needs life. Earlier this week, a friend and special needs mom, S.S., referred to my blog as “blunt.” Blunt? This, I believe, she intended as a compliment. So, I will continue to strive for blunt since it seems to be my style.
Now, here we are when I must confess and address my own faults. But I need to recognize my faults and methods without altering my purposes. I have already admitted throughout the life of this blog that at times I can fall very easily into the role of Mama Bear (at times referred to as “Crazy Woman”). As last Monday dawned, I had a few subjects on my mind to address this week via this blog: special needs camps and wheelchair accessible vehicles. I expected the week to be fairly calm as Ronan headed off to a day camp and Riley spent one on one time at home with me. Unfortunately, my head seems to be stuck in Park back at the camp parking lot.