The Good, The Bad and The Ugly

Caring for someone who has epilepsy is such an interesting journey. Some days are just picture perfect...no seizures, almost seems like this condition is non existent. Then there are the bad days...most are very challenging. Just when you think you can't take anymore bad days, the ugly one arrives. The day that you feel pushed to your ultimate limit...the day that you can't take anymore issues and then your son looks at you and says" I Love You with all of my heart"...I feel like an ugly monster for getting so mad and frustrated. I am Ugly, not this condition, not my son, me. But I'll chalk this experience up to another lesson that Joaquin has taught me. No matter what kind of day I have, the good, the bad, the ugly...being his mom and sharing everyday with him and his brother...daddy too, is the best thing in the world. THE BEST.

Today, after speaking with our Neurologist, we have to get our son tested for his IQ. She feels that his behavior may be due to the fact that he's bored. Bored? Ah I get it...my dear son is just a little beyond what I am capable of teaching him and showing him.

I'm excited that he starts preschool in August. I can't wait to see him grow! He will be going to a partial spanish immersion school...our friend teaches Arabic there, and says his son love it...hopefully Joaquin will too!

Punk Rock!