For at home mums in Australia, the year kind of begins in February. As the sleepy hollow of January is full of closed businesses and school holidays, it takes us…
Every year we join friends on Boxing Day for their annual Christmas recovery gathering. It is a day of sharing leftovers, discussion of the past year, kids happily playing together while adults eat, drink and relax, plus sunset with a view.
As I enjoy the quiet of satisfied children sleeping after an exhausting day, I ponder the odd feeling that it just doesn’t seem like Christmas.
So what do we do with the pain when it won’t stay silent anymore. When it intrudes on your days, nights, and even your happy moments?
It’s becoming a successful focus now, to encourage the passions/obsessions of those on the Autism Spectrum. So I ask: why can’t we do something similar for all children?
One was a book about reconnection, an issue that seems to plague our current society. The other was a biography, which ended up being nothing of what I expected, but was also filled with undertones about connection.