This Thanksgiving, I am grateful for the fresh start that each new day brings.
The last two weeks have been rough with T.
I don’t know if it’s because the honeymoon phase at school has passed or if he’s finding the transition period challenging but we’ve had rough patches on an almost daily basis.
During daycare pickup last week, his teacher quickly walked towards me when I arrived to let me know there was an incident.
T had punched one of the kids in the arm giving them a bumpy bruise after the kid took the toy away from T.
I was upset with T the car ride home and all evening at home, reminding him that while the kid taking the toy was unacceptable, punching someone was not right.
Last Friday was a challenging day for T at school, with incidents in the playground during all three recesses, including him hitting a kid with a stick.
It was very hard to not get upset at these incidents and it felt like every morning and evening were filled with tension and tears.
On Friday night, as we looked forward to a long weekend, I told T at bedtime, “I know there were a lot of tears, screaming and hard moments this week, but we will turn it around this weekend.”
That’s the great thing about kids with FASD, of which T has an at-risk prognosis for: every day is a blank slate and a new start.
Our Thanksgiving family tradition is to do a short weekend getaway to enjoy the fall colours.
We visited Quebec the first year T came into our lives and before the pandemic we did a chowder-inspired trek to Vermont.
This year, we kept it local: an overnight visit to scenic Blue Mountain in Collingwood, just under two hours drive from home.
It’s been nearly 15 years since I last visited with friends for a day-long ski trip.
During the fall, it was so beautiful with changing colours; vibrant yellows, oranges and reds.
We boarded a gondola, a new feature since our last visit, that took us to the top of the mountain, where we enjoyed a nice long hike through trails and beautiful views of Collingwood below.
T really enjoyed the ride, telling us proudly that he was not scared of the heights.
As I watched T in the gondola, looking out into the world below, I said a silent prayer to give thanks for this moment of reset and renewal.
Every day is a clean slate. That is what I’m most thankful for this Thanksgiving. The opportunity and the ability to keep looking and moving forward to the better views that inevitably lie ahead.