Taking a lesson from Muhammad Ali

For as long as I can remember I have wanted to be a teacher.  I never had to think about what I wanted to major in.  I signed up under the Education banner the moment I hit the BYU campus.

I met that goal and loved my time teaching.  But by the time my second kid announced his impending arrival, I was paying more in babysitting than I was making teaching.  So I decided to run an in home Pre-school.

It wasn’t long before I had enough kids that trying to work was simply, well……not working.

Even though I wasn’t teaching professionally, I still taught.  In church.  For women’s organizations.  My own kids. Homeschooling groups.

Yup.  A teacher is without a doubt is what I was born to be.

Lately I’ve been a bit bummed about what I haven’t been able to provide Parker.  He gets nowhere near the therapy that he would get at school being here on a Home and Hospital program.

So it’s up to me.

I’ve put in more requests for help than I remember where I put them in at. I was taking a look at Now I Can Foundation.  A few local parents of kids with Ds have kids there.  The price tag?  TWO THOUSAND DOLLARS A WEEK.


Some of them have insurance plans that cover the cost.  Others are able to receive deep discount or charity services.  We never qualify for stuff like deep discounts or charity services.  While on paper it may look like we make plenty,  once you add in (or should I say subtract)  the medical debt and other monthly stuff for Parker there’s no way we could come close to this weekly cost.

A litle boy with Down syndrome painting.

So I have two choices here.  I can either feel sorry for myself about the things we can’t afford to provide Parker with, or I can remember that I am a teacher and teach myself how to do some of this stuff so that I can teach Parker.

When my older kids were little I dreamed of a clean house and time for myself.

Looks like my time for a clean house is going to have to be put on hold again.  Time for myself?   Ain’t high on the priority list either.

This is my time to help Parker learn to communicate and to run and jump and skip and read and……well, so many other things.

Now there may be some  who think what I’m going to take on will be impossible.

Not too long ago I would have too.  Then I read this quote from Muhammad Ali:

Impossible is not a fact.  It’s an opinion.

Now if I can just figure out how to float like a butterfly and sting like a bee.

What goals are you striving to reach that others might think impossible?


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