It's beginning to look a lot

It's beginning to look a lot like . . . paperwork.

Referral paperwork, official doctors letters and assessments, and more information to read through(conveniently added to an entire tote of paperwork I've yet to find a cup of tea large enough to motivate me to begin reading).

I'm not ashamed to admit I've dug out the Christmas carols to help. I'm one of those weird people who gets positively giddy to hear a carol around (Canadian) Thanksgiving and, as an added bonus, Christmas songs make my almost 4 month old break out into large, toothless grins. Who wouldn't want to see that while facing down the mountain.

I realize the importance of getting into things quickly but they honestly need to make a "filling out medical paperwork for your child" for dummies book. I think two of the forms they sent me from two different offices yesterday are identical and are supposed to be shipped to two different cities.

I applaud those who have come before, I think of my former babysitter, a beautiful spirit of a woman who has a daughter on the spectrum and battles her own health concerns, she's a warrior mama not only ensuring her daughter gets care but helping make things better for the future through fundraisers and awareness.

I think of another mama who's faced numerous battles while helping her little one receive the best quality of life he can while facing a condition I had never even heard of before. That mama works tirelessly (although I know some days she must feel bone numbingly tired) and the smile that her little man has shows that she's doing something right.

I'm grateful for the fact we live in a country where there are opportunities for my son to thrive, grow, and pursue whatever dreams his heart will grow over the next few years.
Through my time trying to raise awareness with Reece's Rainbow I'm painfully aware of how little it can take to send a child into a life without a future. This is why I support RR, to help give some of these kids the chance for a future, the same chance my own son has been afforded simply by where he was born.

Angel Tree starts in less than 3 weeks and through a wonderful set of circumstances, I now have a new angel to root for (I'll explain that in her intro post as soon as I can).

In the meantime, I'm going to load up the Christmas playlist and see if I can rustle up another cup of tea.