Feeling Human Again
I even got to wear normal clothes for the first time today. Okay, so the pants are normally a little big anyway, but they fit and they were comfortable and I didn't have to wear a Mimi Mumu. Tents don't work too well for me. I'm a pretty good sized gal, and, well, they just look like tents. Lex gets a kick out of my carping about the mumu dresses, which are really just little cotton sun dresses, but they feel like tents to me. But it felt really good to dress in regular clothes for the first time in nearly a month. It's the little things, you know?
And another special event. I took my son home to the place he's currently staying and we had a really good talk on the way home. A real talk. He had some things to say, and I listened. I had some things to say and he listened. It's been a while since I've gotten to spend time with him without some sort of argument erupting. But the last few weeks have given me the privilege of getting reaquainted with my very loving, very sweet son. He's hidden that side under a bushel of fear for a long time. Seeing this kind, gentle side again was a huge miracle. And yes, Lex, I cried. But you knew that, didn't you?
Today I am grateful for:
The miracles, big and small, that I'm allowed to witness and be present for each and every day.
Little things like being able to wear regular clothes again, a cool morning to walk my sweet dog, a great cup of coffee shared with a good friend...the list goes on.
Friends who are willing to share their experience, strength and hope with me.
A job with good insurance that allowed me to take care of my health.
A couple of truly great hugs tonight. I really need those.
My HP. I am so blessed.