And I watched the video she put up again that she made about extreme parenting and I was fucking humbled to my soul.
Yes, I've seen it before. Yes, it brought me to my knees again.
For all of you who might be out there whose child is not a "normal" (and what the hell does THAT mean?) child who are facing situations which you never imagined facing and for all of us who have never experienced that but who need to be reminded that some parents do, I give you this.
And I will tell you that we all of us should not shy away from asking for help because we humans are put here on earth to help each other and to love our neighbors as ourselves and that applies whether we have children who need extreme parenting or are regular humans in need of any sort of help, even if that just means that we need someone to listen to the sorrows of our hearts.
I feel so blessed to be a part of this community. To have the ability to learn and be educated.
I was also going to write about how Gibson recently really, really looked at the oh-so-Catholic plaster statue that came with this house, of the Nativity which I have set in the fireplace of the dining room and said, "Baby sad."
And I said, "Why don't you kiss him?"
And he did.
And he always does. And plugs in the pretty lights surrounding this rather bizarre piece of artwork.
We are born wanting to help and yet, so often we are afraid to ask for that which is needed. Out of shame, out of pride, out of fear of rejection...I don't know.
We need to stop that.
We need to accept the fact that every goddam one of us needs help at one time or another. And that asking for help is a sort of strength.
And a blessing for those we ask if they are able to give what is needed.
On both ends of that deal. I know. I'm as human as anyone else and as such, sometimes I need help and sometimes I need to give it. As do you.