• Gina

The Island

Updated: Apr 8, 2020

I wrote this post nearly two years ago. It is hard to read, but a part of the truth I choose to speak. It's also a gentle reminder of how far we've come as a family, but how far we have to go as a society understanding and educating these children with Tourette Syndrome.

I certainly don't have all of my crap together, but my platform has grown and I'm heading down the path to fulfilling the purpose I feel I have been called to pursue.

Without further adieu, here's where it all started.

I keep asking myself, "How the fu@$ did I get here?"

Seems harsh, but true.  It is an incredibly loaded question weaved into one large web of chance and circumstance.

I feel as if I have been out at sea too long to remember where I departed from and after years of trying to find my way back, I have reluctantly abandoned the dream of returning home.  Instead, a desert island has come into view and with it a new life has emerged. While it is hard to relinquish the familiarity and comfort of life on the mainland, it is time to start navigating the rocky terrain of my newfound home.

The island is foreign and desolate, but it is is filled with such beauty and wonder it leaves me in awe. It is unfamiliar and leaves me feeling lost and helpless much of the time, yet I have reluctantly come to accept it as home.  As with all new beginnings, there are underlying feelings of uncertainty and trepidation, but in those uncertain moments, if I am quiet enough, peacefulness washes over me.

This is my life.

In a strange twist of fate, I have landed here, in a foreign place, where I would have never imagined myself living.

When I take time to reflect on the path I've taken through life, I can now see why certain choices and opportunities were placed before me.  A love of children lead me to major in early childhood education.  The early childhood program at St. Ambrose, my alma mater, included special education, so throughout my four years of college I was trained in both.  Pursuing a degree in special education was never on my radar.  Had it not been part of the program, I would never have pursued it.

Upon graduating, my ultimate goal was always to be a kindergarten teacher, but when I ventured down to Texas to interview just a few weeks before school started I found myself presented with an opportunity to teach PPCD (Preschool Program for Children with Disabilities).  I was so grateful to be given an offer I took it without hesitation.  It certainly wasn't w