Today is the first day of the rest of my life. I had two gigantic, colossal, life altering events occur.
1. I had my first therapy session. The events that led me to the therapist's office are eerie and can only strengthen my belief in fate. A few weeks ago, my mom, Gavin, and I were enjoying our afternoon coffee when we ran into an old family friend - we'll call her X - that knew each other from their previous lives (pre-children). X has a daughter - we'll call her Z - around my age and although we were never friends, we mutually knew each other as so-and-so's daughter. In 2006, X and Z's lives were forever changed when the daughter, Z, was involved in a horrific boating accident.
After the initial hugs and awkward "hellos" and "how are yous," our conversation turned to briefly catching up, introducing Gavin, how's work, how's the husband, and finally Z - the elephant in the room. X's eloquence when talking about her daughter was mesmerizing. This woman is amazing. Utterly, genuinely amazing and I strive to be like her - realistic yet sympathetic, optimistic yet down to earth, a mother, wife, friend, case manager, and human being. Everything, literally EVERYTHING, that came out of her mouth were words that I have said. It is very surreal to talk to someone who has been there.
As the catching up was coming to an end, a final question of the conversation was asked by my mother and couldn't have been more perfectly planned:
Mom: "What brings you to Chico?"
X: "I came down to meet with my therapist..."
Immediately, I jumped at the opportunity to grill her about him; does she like him? has he helped her? can I have his name? number?
This was a god-send. Seriously. Exactly what I needed given my current internal struggles. Although our experiences are so incredibly different, our struggles are so incredibly similar.
Day one of project "Fix Megan" went well. I didn't shed nearly as many tears as I had anticipated. Ironically, the therapist did ask an interesting question - how have you managed to live without therapy for the last 16 months. In all honesty, I have no idea.
2. I finally admit that my child has an oral texture aversion. Boo. It seems to be sensory based (not shocking) and I have made it my mission to fix it. Pronto. We started brushing today with hopes that we'll see positive results within a month. In the mean time, I have contacted the feeding clinic through Easter Seals and am hoping to get the specifics figured out. **Note - we were referred to the feeding clinic through Sutter Hospital but they have a ridiculous waiting list and have yet to call me to schedule Gavin's evaluation.**
As you can see, these two events are HUGE and are leading me one step closer to accepting the last 16 months of our lives.