A quick hug and “love you’s” as the kids blow past to the approaching bus. A moment in the eye of the storm, then work, errands, “what’s for dinner” and carpool all evening. A tornado has blown into my life. I saw it coming, heard it coming, and even tried to prepare for it. I’m …
Look! A shiny round wheel! I jump on and run for what seems like forever. Legs wobbling and breathing labored, I soon realize my destination is the land of exhaustion…and I’m not sure how to get off. Life has transformed me into the proverbial hamster running on a wheel. Instead of saying yes without thinking, …
Lovingly waiting for slowly sputtered syllables, patiently assisting simple tasks, repeating and redirecting fill each day. It all begins anew in the morning if it hasn’t continued all night. This is not a snippet of life with a young child; it is one of caring for a person with dementia. It’s a call to love. …
Soccer, baseball, and golf cleats litter the mud room with dirt, grass, and turf pellets. My washing machine scrubs on overdrive. With soccer for one, baseball for the other and golf for all, the crazy time when all sports overlap with the last days of school is in full swing-pardon the pun. Keeping me sane …
“I can run to the end of the road,” I think, challenging myself. But each stride delivers a nagging throb in my calf screaming “stop!” “I can’t; need to keep going; push on”, I convince myself. Throughout the day, its aching presence reminds why I don’t like to run, but also how I push too …