A few weeks ago, after a few calls from the schools deputy principal and a few rougher than usual days in the office, I was feeling.. Flat.
It must have shown as at lunch, one of the ladies from the other side of the office reached out and asked if I was ok.
The thoughts rushing through my head of Alex and how I could help, what we could do next, and how to talk to this deputy principal and ask how he is protecting my child from the madness that seemed to be going on in his classroom at the time must have been showing.
I have known her for a few years, and she’s very close with B so I explained a little of what we’d been dealing with to her. I ended with a big sigh and said that I wasn’t sure what to do anymore – that it seemed like everything I was trying was making things worse, not better.
She comforted me and told me that everything would be ok – to keep pressing on.
Early the next morning, I ended up in the elevator back up to the office together with that same lady after a coffee run and she turned to me and said,
“Hey Dee, I’ve been thinking about what we spoke about yesterday at lunch and how you told me that things were really hard at the moment.
Someone once told me that you’re never given more than you can handle.
You’re never put in a situation that you’re not strong enough to overcome.
You can do this.
You can get through this.
The very fact that you’re in it means that you have what it takes to deal with it.
Keep going. You will be ok.”
Tears filled my eyes.
That small moment gave me just what I needed to get through the rest of the day.
To make the appointments I needed to make.
To get through the meetings I needed to get through, the doctors appointments, the calls and medication research that filled the rest of the week.
It was such a small thing – her reaching out like that. But it meant so much to me.
We’re a few weeks on now. Things have settled so much with Alex and we have a plan in place to keep the progress going.
I spoke to the school and I feel comfortable that they’re doing what they need to, to take care of my baby.
The research paid off and the supplement I’ve been trailing has been working incredibly. For the first time ever, it’s looking like we’ve found a solution to one of Alex’s most daunting struggles.
I’ve just had a 10 day break from work and spent it with the kids while they’re on holiday too.
I found the strength to reach out for help and saw a psychologist this week to begin a process that is long overdue.
I have had the time and space to regroup and life seems manageable again.
She gave me the strength that got me here.
Those 3 seconds she took to pass on the wisdom that had been passed on to her was exactly the boost I needed.
Take the 3 seconds if you get the chance.
Share your wisdom.
Tell her that her hair looks amazing.
Tell him his outfit looks great.
Don’t be afraid to reach out and ask if someone is ok – they might be fine, they might not be. Be the one that asks.
Don’t ever hesitate with your kind words.
They could change someones life – you could be the reason they find the strength to keep pushing on.
You might just end up being the reason they end up standing at the other end of a tunnel of darkness.