Mr Holland's Opus

I'm watching Mr. Holland's Opus (yes, again). I can relate to so many aspects of the film.  My daughter was born hearing impaired. My ex struggled with all that goes with raising a child with a handicap.

I was lucky in that my daughter was able to be fitted with hearing aids at the age of two.  The look on her face when the doc out them on was priceless.  The entire week was a never ending awe of sounds she heard for the first time.  

I like music, I play piano, I sing.  Not anywhere near professionally, but that doesn't take away the enjoyment I derive from doing one or the other, or both.

But the thought that struck me as I was watching is that when we are dealing with a crisis in our lives, we can only make our choices and decisions based on the facts we have in the moment.  We can't go back and make different choices based on  knowledge learned. 

But we tend to allow ourselves to wonder if we could have made better choices, to wallow in the what ifs. I know I've done it often. And sadly, still do it from time to time.  Its something I'm aware of and try to stop doing it. But I'm not always successful. 

Our perspective changes as we grow older, and different things jump out at me when I rewatch shows or movies. But Mr. Holland's Opus is still one of the good ones! 

Frustrations

Some days the brain doesn't work as well as it does other days.  And today, mom just wasn't with it.  She was trying to buy her almond milk.  Instead she grabbed a half gallon of creamer.  She doesn't even drink much coffee!!  I laughed to myself and asked her what she needed so much creamer for???   Yeah. We put that back.

Today was one of those shopping days that didn't go well.  We walked down the paper goods aisle and she didn't seem to need anything. We rounded the corner and headed down tha baking aisle.  When we rounded the next one, she said she needed napkins.  Which we had just passed.  Grr.

I always try to sneak a peak at her grocery list so that I can help without her thinking I'm helping.  Ha ha.  But this time, I didn't.  Which meant it was going to be one of those kind of days.

Backtracking again because she forgot lunch meat.  Sometimes those days are frustrating for me and I have to dig deep to find extra patience.  

We got home and she started going through the prescriptions she had picked up and she was missing something.  So after I dropped off MrZ with his Nonno, I headed back to the store to get the rest of her meds.  It just wasn't my day! 

I try to remind myself during these kinds of frustrations that it would probably be me some day doing the same kinds of things, but it doesn't completely remove the frustration of the day!