Tomorrow is the day that will change his life forever.

I have been waiting. It's been cloudy, it's been foggy. Tomorrow the fog will lift. I think it's been foggy two weeks. I don't know. It seems like years. Every day since I knew tomorrow would come- it has consumed my every thought. Almost. I tried writing it down, I tried eating it up, I tried giving it away. This thick cloud of warm, cold, salty fog will not leave me alone. It's sitting in front of me constantly, following me around. Sometimes it goes inside my stomach, my back, my head. Sometimes it just sits in front of me. The fog has the thoughts. And it won't stop following me every place I go. Even into the shower, in the car, while cooking, and worst- while I try to sleep. The information in the fog can fit into about 4 pages typed size 10 Arial. I know because I typed it out. I thought I could move the fog from me to paper. It didn't work, well, exactly. It is still in my mind constantly- what to say, how to say it, what they might say and then what I will say back. I know that I will get in there. I will get intimidated. I will forget what I wanted to say. I will forget everything. And I will just give in. I won't do what is best for him. That was part of the fog. So I have been trying to avoid forgetting what is so important, for him. So maybe I created the fog, but I can't get rid of it or running it through my mind in non-stop feed. Breathing it in, running my fingers through it, molding it, pulling it out, and pulling it in. So I created the fog, But unintentionaly. I mostly wanted it to go away, but it wouldn't. Sometimes the fog was louder. Sometimes it blasted bad music that you never liked. Sometimes it was calm, sweet, the music that makes you cry, lightly. No one else can see the fog. I tried giving it away. But it is only mine. Now I have put the fog down on paper. It's still fog, but I've got it pinned down now. And I will have that paper in the tiny room with me. My armor. My protection, from myself and them. To help me remember.


Tomorrow is the day that will change his life forever. We will sit down, and decide what method of alternative communication my 4 year old mute little boy will start using at school. I won't go into if this will be forever or if he will ever speak. He can hear. He can't speak. and I don't know if he will. I am not attaching a 'probably' or a 'slim chance' or any other descriptive like that for defining his future. Though some professionals have- and they have conflicted in their theories.. But they don't know. I'm not sure if even God knows yet. And so I am not going to go there.
But this day, this day, this day is huge.

My life is living this song, No Other Way (Jack Johnson)

When your mind is a mess
So is mine
I cant sleep
Cause it hurts when I think
My thoughts aren't at peace
With the plans that we make
Chances we take
They're, not yours and not mine
There's waves that can break
All the words that we say
And the words that we mean
Words can fall short
Can't see the unseen
Cause the world is awake
For some body's sake now, please close your eyes woman
Please get some sleep

And know that if I knew
All of the answers I would
Not hold them from you'd
Know all the things that I'd know
We told each other, there is no other way

Well too much silence can be misleading
You're drifting I can hear it in the way that your breathing
We don't really need to find reason
Cause out the same door that it came well its leaving its leaving
Leaving like a day that's done and part of a season
Resolve is just a concept that's as dead as the leaves
But at least we can sleep, its all that we need
When we wake we will find
Our minds will be free to go to sleep

And know that if I knew
All of the answers I would
Not hold them from you'd
Know all the things that I'd know
We told each other, there is no other way

And the chances we take ? What are those ? I didn't think you would really want to know. The choices: American Sign Language interpreter or AAC device (speech synthesizer). We've made our choice. Now we have to stand up for it. I've got my armor, my paper, my words.