This is one of those days when my body has chosen to say, “No.” That’s it, just no. I will most likely spend most of the day on the couch, accomplishing none of the vitally important things on my list of ‘to-dos.’ Take that last statement with a grain of salt. I learned a long time ago, the first time I got mono as a matter of fact, to listen to my body. Listening keeps me out of trouble.
I have discovered that I am much like a tree, (I wrote about this before) and listening well keeps me from opening old wounds or – in the case of mono – from getting really sick. Either way, when my body says, “No,” I listen.
Maybe it is the stress of choosing a new home. This process has not been easy – emotionally (the getting hopeful and having those hopes dashed) or physically – (lots of driving) but I would kind of hate to think I’m that much of a wimp. I’d rather think I encountered a nasty 21st Century bug and my immune system is valiantly fighting back. Time will tell – or not – either way I will recover. Either way – I’m headed to the couch.
I have been watching the sad and then brave reaction of a mother I know who recently was faced with a crisis for her child. This life of ours is so difficult at times. I do understand the anguish: I’ve had my own heart wrenched out and trampled on. The healing part though, comes with time, but in the moment we are so impotent, other than to be there with body and spirit, hugs and a hand. It’s all we can do, and it is so important that we do it, but it certainly doesn’t make us feel very good at the time. We just have to remember that sharing the burden lightens the load for everyone.