Community

The communities we live in can be so important. Recently hubby and I were discussing moving. The house we were looking at isn't very far from where we are now...but it would move us out of the school and community we are now a part of.

Patrick is so loved and accepted here. Every day I realize how true that is. The people at the school don't just want to keep him safe and make their lives easier. They want him to be happy. The have an honest need to see him grow, change, and develop. In short, they love him. They see his innate value. They work with us instead of fighting against us. The people in the community know how special he is. He's welcome at the library, the community center, at Beavers, in Swim Lessons, in so many areas.

These were my reasons for not wanting to move. Hubby is trying to understand but, admittedly, doesn't quite get it. He wasn't as involved in getting Patrick settled into school, in all the worrying and planning, or in quite as many of the activities. He thinks, probably rightly so, that we could help Patrick live happily anywhere we go. The problem is, I'm scared. I'm scared to give up all this good for the unknown.

It'll probably be a moot point anyway. The house is probably too expensive and needs a lot of work. It was just a thought. It ended up being a big source of conversation over a number of days. Interesting. Thought provoking. And, I'm hoping, helping my hubby understand a little more about how emotionally invested I end up being in all the little things.