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On a positive note

Today was a good day. Swimming lessons at 9AM after a poor night's sleep shouldn't make for a good day but it did. My boy finally did something that looked like swimming rather than drowning! He swam under water beautifully for about 5m. He looked so impressed how well it had worked out. Weekends with school aged children often seem to be busy. Next was the under 8s football team. My daughter is under investigation for ASD, she's terrified when the ball comes near her but enjoys playing. They let her play. Even though tactically they should sub her they don't because they believe she deserves a chance. They even notice things I haven't, like she has poor planning and becomes confused when the team switches ends of the pitch. They arranged for the team to swap only at half way rather than every quarter. To have a situation where her difficulties are acknowledged but she is pushed to reach her potential is so refreshing for me. The afternoon ended up as a girlie trip to the local castle for an autumn walk. She enjoyed being able to sit in one place and draw the castle. We posed for selfies in front of beautiful trees and discussed names of trees and birds and collected autumnal leaves and conkers to make table decorations for her birthday tea party tomorrow. All very normal stuff,and it may not seem like much at all, but I am so thankful for today. A happy, ordinary day, with the people I love, not feeling the need to perform but just living well rather than surviving.

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