Sabrinas dad always tries to thank me for picking her up and taking her to FHE every Monday, and tells me he knows its not always easy. I think he's thanking me for being consistent at least. But I always tell myself he just feels obligated to say that to everyone or something, but then I remember that every time I pick her up, Sabrina likes to tell me what she's doing that week and how often times she only mentions like two things, her mission she does for a few hours on some days at the High School Seminary and FHE on Monday nights. I think she's autistic enough she has to have a planned out schedule every week, every day and she does get upset if that plan changes. So just one Monday night means a lot to that girl. And probably her dad as well, maybe giving him a break, a chance to do something different, as he has to keep to the schedule as well to help her out. The brave parents out there, single or not, that battle with childrens disabilities every day.
This Monday he asked if there was anything he could do for me. Ha. As I remembered everything at my house and the things I could complain about in just this last week alone I just shake my head and say "No, I'm fine."
"Somewhere there is someone more grateful for less than you have."