Getting Out

Today I finally made it 45 miles to see one of my sister’s and was treated to yoga, a steam bath, hot tub, and a great lunch. (plus she repaired my favorite mala!)  Why did it take so long?  Well, when I got home I found out that one of our dogs had attacked another one, and taken of a chunk of his ear.  All I could think about was that it probably wouldn’t have happened if I’d been home.  The need for respite is undeniable for caregivers, especially in the case where they are handling it mostly alone.  I needed this time with my sister.  I felt like Bambi, just stumbling up after being born trying to get my “sea” legs back.  It felt like the first day at a new school, and I had to keep reminding myself not to feel guilty, that it was okay for me to be with her, that it was okay to have fun.

I don’t know how it works with other Moms who are either single and raising several children, where one or more is disabled, or are in a marriage with someone who is disabled and can’t help as much as your disabled child needs.  All I know is, this day was strange and beautiful, like I’d fallen through the rabbit hole into a wonderland of other women, potential friends, and time with one of my best friends, my sister.  Thanks Anne.  You are an angel.  Namaste’.