My blog

So I originally started a blog because I wanted to share photos and updates with family and friends.  I also thought it would be fun to share some big family thoughts, tips, organization, etc. because I like doing those things and I also like writing.  I don't have many people that follow my blog, so I kind of dropped the idea of sharing tips and things, because there is really no one reading them.  I still love to write though and most people that know me well, know I am pretty passionate about the things I am passionate about and I have pretty strong opinions and ideas about quite a few topics, so when I have the time I am going to use my blog to grow my love of writing and to share my passions.  This said, if you don't share my thoughts and opinions that is totally fine, you don't have to read them if you don't want to.  I will continue to post photos and updates about the kids, but am adding a new element as well.  If you do read my blog and would like me to write about something specific, please let me know.  But for today, a story, a story that breaks my heart......

"Daniel"

Not his really name.

I kind of briefly met a family that is struggling.  Grandpa and grandma, age 70, are raising Daniel, age 4.  Both Daniels parents have mental illness and are not in the picture.  Daniel does not have a diagnosis, but from the short periods of time I have been around Daniel I would guess autism with additional mental illness, maybe prenatal drug abuse.  Grandpa has not had any sleep in 36 hours, neither has Daniel, who last night broke down 2 baby gates, his bedroom door and ripped up the bills grandpa was trying to pay.  Daniel is in preschool, but no body really knows how to help him and his shrill screams and rampages disrupt the other children, causing the teacher to call grandpa to come get him early.  Grandpa is old, tired, cynical and un-trusting.  Today he is thinking about calling social service and asking them to take Daniel.