I’m sitting here in Kaiser waiting for my 6 year old son to finish talking to his counselor about his daily struggles as a kid with autism (Aspergers specifically). I’ve also just been told that this is our last appointment so now he will have no therapy unless I choose to pay for it. And I just had to make an appointment for my 8 year old daughter with another Psychologist to address her high anxiety levels (which are, in part, due to the constant need to deal with her brother). I’m almost in tears as I sit here. Ah strike that, now I am in tears. I’m trying to “put things into perspective” and remember that compared to others I really don’t have that much to worry about. Little Malena in my post “The Little Girl With The Big Wheels” is a prime example. But the hurt doesn’t go away no matter how many “perspectives” I try to have. As a parent, seeing my children struggle, to put it plainly, really freaking sucks. I get sad, then angry, then on fire to do whatever I can for them, then I dispair if it doesn’t work. And it becomes a vicious cycle until I remember something my mom always told me, “Give it up to God – he will never give you more than you can handle.” and that finally brings me peace. Maybe tonight when I read our traditional Goodnight Moon and I say “I Love You To The Moon And Back” I’ll also teach my children the same lesson my mom taught me Give it up to God -he will never give you more than you can handle and pray for peace.