In one weekend, Riley took a promotional exam in martial arts, went to a birthday party unaccompanied by me (for the very first time!) and ran a huge 5K race with Girls on the Run. She even fell during the run,scraping her hands and knees but got back up and kept going. She paced herself and stayed in the race.
Today was a hard day for her. I had to drag her kicking and screaming to school(after determining it wasn’t a safety issue causing her distress). She wound up in the sensory room for half the day. Sometimes it feels like such a roller coaster. My tendency is to fret about it. Second guess things. Analyze what went wrong and try to prevent it in the future. Meanwhile, Riley is whooping it up, giggling with her brother downstairs. I mean, get with it! That whole meltdown business is so this morning. Such a long, long time ago.
This is one of those moments when I must look at my darling daughter, whom I adore, and put a little space between us. Trust her to work it through. Know she is going to come out okay. Know we all are.
Hiding in my room.
Staying in the race.