Our time in Canada wound to an end today. We had a few days with the kids instead of the eight we anticipated, but we are happy we had that (there have been times during this adventure that we had our doubts about fulfilling that primary mission). It is always difficult to leave them – whether it is for a night or months at a time.
It is particularly difficult to have them so far away when I know they face so many struggles in life. Children on the autism spectrum need strong advocates for their care and education and I regret that I am not close enough to them to advocate more for them. If there is one thing I have learned from my experience grandparenting Noah Jr. and Cortney it is that I have to accept a number of things I do not agree with (and would arguably do differently). Noah’s primary warning to me every time we visit the kids is to keep my mouth shut. It really has been very difficult some days I tell you.
That is the plight of a grandparent – so much of the power you have to help them is filtered through their parents. When the parent that is your child and is no longer around the children 24/7 your reach is reduced that much more. I must confess I am less than thrilled with this situation.
It will likely be close to a year before I can see Noah Jr. and Cortney again. Until then I will hold close my memories of them and hope for the best. Oh, who am I kidding – until then, after then, and forever I will keep pushing to increase my ability to advocate for them…that is how this glamma rolls.
Day one thousand one hundred and thirty of the new forty – obla di obla da