Last week I tackled the mound of insurance paperwork and receipts that have been piling up, filling boxes. I submitted enough receipts to my FSA for reimbursement to pay our summer property taxes. Our kids are damn expensive.
I logged on tonight to check the progress of the reimbursement process; our first time since Hubs' employment transfer and on the new insurance plans.
I scanned the lines of expenses flagged by the usual reimbursement categories: Medical, Rx, OTC, etc. followed by the approved reimbursement amount. I was just about to click the little X at the top of the page to log off when the last one caught my eye: Learning Disability. The other insurance company had never flagged Nick's speech therapy as such. It was considered medical.
Nevertheless, I couldn't help but feel a familiar stab and veil of tears form when those words leapt out at me.
No matter how well our kids are doing, there's always a layer of grief that lies just below the surface, isn't there?
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Yes, there is.
I hate when it creeps up.
Yes, there absolutely is. And I find the best approach is to simply indulge it when it comes. Invite it to pull up a chair and stay awhile. I always feel better, find the bright side again, after a nice little wallow.
Sending hugs!
Jenn--
You have been as quiet as I lately. And, yes, as Benjamin's next IEP looms, I get that lump in the throat too. Hope all is well for you, quiet notwithstanding. I keep thinking I'll have the energy to write, then there's a sledidng hill calling....
Cindy
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