Mom, I’m paying for my food

We’ve open bank accounts for Emily a while back and we got her a checking account within the last year where she could put her money earn by doing chores or selling things in yard sales πŸ™‚

Emily tried to use her bank card once or twice before and we kept running into issues with how the bank had it set-up.

Jon is a patient man who kept going to the bank with Emily to rectify the situation.

Last time, he spent nearly an hour with them on the phone while at the mall explaining what was going on.

After that, I was reluctant to help her learn how to use her card if it didn’t work.

Our first try was at our branch, we went in and Emily took $20 out of her account at the ATM.

She could read all the messages on the screen (thanks to some expensive tutoring…) and she managed to get her money out.

On Thursday this week, I had to attend dinner with work and I had Emily with me. Thursday is the only evening Jon has something planned and I try really hard not to impact his plans. I had denied the invite to dinner until someone said to bring Emily. I had done it before, most of the group know Emily, they know she can’t stay home alone and as long as I pay for her food, there is no issue.

When I picked Emily up for dinner, she told me she was paying and she made sure she had her purse.

I thought that was cute! I figured she would change her mind and I was ok with paying for her food!

I helped her pick her food, she made me order it…

Talking to strangers (servers) appears to make her nervous. She was chatting with Jessie and with others around the table but I ordered for her.

At the end, when her bill came to me… She took it and said she was paying.

Our big table got quieter.

Emily, grabbed her purse, found her wallet and got her bank card out.

I asked her if she remembered her PIN. She said yes.

All I could think of was “please work”

Our server brought the debit machine and I took Emily through all the steps.

It’s much smaller than the big machine so I helped her read the messages, showed her how to press harder on the buttons so her answer recorded, explained about tip and how to know which button to press to register your answer.

After all was said and done, we had an approved transactions and the whole table clapped for Emily.

I didn’t realized they were following what was happening…

Emily was so proud. I was extremely proud too.

That was another step towards independence…

Her independence.

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Nightmares

3:36am.

I woke up scared.

It’s the 4th night in a row…

I had nightmares as a kid… Always the same one. I eventually could only sleep with someone in my room or by bunking in with my mom or my little brother.

I don’t know the exact signification of night terrors but that’s how I would qualify how it felt.

I was 14 when I finally could sleep on my own, alone in my room.

I was 17 when I moved out of my mom’s house to go away to school. I lived alone, in a big city and I managed just fine but I never watched or listen to the news. News would ruin my night…

I believe I have a great imagination when it comes to scaring myself.

Still today, I read the newspaper on-line in the morning only. Not in the afternoon, not at night and I don’t watch them on tv. I also stay away from thrillers and horror movies. I just can’t watch them… I will dream about it for days afterwards. It is so not worth it.

Back to this morning… I had another nightmare.

It’s the 4th night in a row and I wish tonight will brake the cycle.

As a mom, I have fears…

As Emily’s mom… I have FEARS!!!

I worry about death… My death!

I worry about losing her… I turn around and she’s not there. She’s lost or kidnapped.

I worry about kids at school making fun of her, taking advantage of her…

I worry about adults taking advantage of her…

And by taking advantage of her, I am sure you know what I mean… She’s a beautiful vulnerable 15 year old young lady. I worry about her.

I worry that she is not well and can’t explain what’s wrong, can’t explain how she’s feeling.

I worry about losing her.

I know I said that one already but it’s my most recurring dream. She’s suddenly not there and I can’t find her…

I wake-up completely scared, the dreams are so real, my heart is beating at a completely crazy rate and I’m looking for her.

Lucky for me, she’s most likely lying right next to me :). She’s a cuddler and my husband (her dad) works midnight to 7am so she’s sleeping peacefully next to me. Sometimes she’s lying on my back or holding my arm around her. Most times she’s just there, sleeping.

I know she should be in her bed… I know… I am the enabler, I allow her to sleep next to me and I think it’s mostly for me…

Being a mom has been quite an adventure but I never thought it would bring back the nightmares.

I try to tell myself it was just a dream and I even go back to my childhood way of thinking of something happy… I sing the Smurfs song again and again in my head but this week… It’s not working.

This week, I’m having nightmares.

At 3:36am this morning, when I woke-up… I was scared. As scared as I was as a kid… Maybe even more scared if that’s possible.

I knew being a mom meant to worry for the next 18 or 20 year. I now know that being the mom of a child with special needs will mean worrying for the rest of my life and maybe even longer…

Tonight, I will have good dreams and a great night…

I will repeat this till bed time.

And I will sleep like those 2!

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