7 Posts for The 7th Year : The Sixth Year

Previously the first year, the second year, third year, the fourth year, the fifth year.

The most transformative year.

Physically.
Mentally.
Like a caterpillar turned into a butterfly, everything was transformed beautifully, in the right time.

Above the paper, she might be delayed in some parts.

Above the paper, she is someone with disorder.

But, I finally came to understand that she, as a WHOLE human being, is not left behind and lack of something. She is always right where she is supposed to be, as she is.

She is far more capable and able beyond her label. The label only makes us understand her better. It’s not an excuse to limit her from pursuing anything. Some disorder and difficulties would never define her.

(Long story here).

Pandemic brought certain blessing in disguises. It gave us a chance to do all five times prayers for the first time, the first Ramadan fasting at home, in spite of the long hours of fasting in spring.

It was by far, one of the most peaceful Ramadans in my life.

The starting line where homeschool took over the majority of her education.

Being in-charge and having ownership to most of your child’s education according to what you value important is liberating.

A year that showed some little changes in daily routine and discipline took us higher more than the expected level.

Doing few little things daily and consistently made those years of feeling left-behind turned to some good feeling of knowing where the strengths lie.

A year when we turned our focus from what she couldn’t do or lacked of to the things that she could do so well, which, they are MANY.

It was amazing how little shift on your mindset could elevate things better, higher than expected.

For me, it was the most enjoyable year of motherhood so far. A year where I had a chance to take care of myself the best after years of being the last above everyone else at home.

A year which allowed me to return to things I love doing. To put back a heavy-reader badge on my chest. To have many conversations with myself during long walks around the beautiful city leisurely. There were periods when I felt so overwhelmed by gratitude, wondering how could this happen for so many times. Wondered how could this be real. How life suddenly became this crazy in a good way?

During my solo walking around the city, enjoying everything with my senses, I constantly reminded myself, to really remember this period, whenever bad times comes (which was certain), that life once was this beautiful.

A year full of gratitude to be granted chances to experience and learning so many new things from new people I met.

That year felt like the sweetest dessert at the end of a decade.