Spring is Rough
When I look out across the field these days, I see a creeping, green mist winding through the trees. Soon it will turn to a pastel wall bordering the unplowed dirt, and then darken to forest green. That's always my signal that spring is here to stay.
Spring is marvelous!
Sunny days. Flowers emerging. Blue skies and spring winds.
As marvelous as spring is, it's also rough.
Every year Big C, too, notices the arrival of spring. I don't know what his signal is - maybe the warm winds or the return of sunshine, which was absent for half a year, or the green grass.
Whatever the signal, Big C knows when spring steps foot in Michigan. And for him that means we MUST play outside. All the time.
We do play outside lots! The therapy center builds in plenty of outside play just for Big C. At home we spend hours in an afternoon playing soccer and swinging and going for walks.
The runners of the family!
Of course I know, Matt knows, the older kids know - that's not possible. There's homework and house cleaning and meal prep and sleeping that have to be done inside. Plus, spring in Michigan means we'll still have plenty of colder days. Big C understands none of that.
So, unfortunately, every spring he has to relearn this sad fact that we can't play outside forever. And it's rough.
Rainy days can mean hours on end of Big C trying to communicate to us, in any way he can, that he wants to go outside, while we try to communicate to him, in any way we can, that we can't go outside at the moment.
Springtime amplifies the frustrations of the communication barrier. That barrier is shrinking bit by bit, but it is still formidable, as is the stress that goes with it.
Thankfully this week Big C hasn't seemed quite as upset about the outside-play limits. However, we've also had a lovely week where we were outside a ton. I guess we'll see how the next few days play out!