Another mom of a special needs kid recently compared me to a frog. Really. She said that there is this anecdote of a frog in a pot, and I’m the frog. ?? I’m embarrassed that I had to look it up. Here is the story:
A live frog is put in a pot of cold water. The fire is turned up. Unless the frog jumps out, the frog is unknowingly cooked.
So I am the frog. I have been experiencing some heat from the fire of life, and I am aware the fire has been on. I can’t jump out of the pot, as that would mean leaving my family which is not option. How do I survive this boiling pot of water?
The only conclusion is to get a heat-resistant lily pad! Now I have the challenge to figure out what that lily pad is in reality.
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