Saturday, January 05, 2013
So like all of us, busy busy holidays. The problem is I was sick, real sick. Of course, like the majority of moms and grandmas, I have trained others that I don't get real sick - moms are like the energizer bunny, they just keep going. And then there was the promised vacation for the DGC (does anyone really say dear grandchildren? where do these come from?). They had started plans on this trip for winter break since last summer and have looked forward to it ever since. Now DH (who would die laughing to hear me call him that) did offer to take them without me (though I wonder what would have happened if I would have taken him up on this). Feeling somewhat better, knowing the RV provided most creature comforts, I went, never expecting the furnace to quit working. I also forgot that following them all over the dessert on a quad for three days as they learned to ride was also part of the program. But we did it and there are lots more memories for all of us to treasure. This blog is to remind me how ok it is and how actually better for all if I also make time to take care of me. Not knowing when I would get the chance again, after three days of first, second and the occasional third gear, I decided that I would get in a ride for me before we came home. Children left with their mom (of course not without the sad looks, the "how long are you riding for grandma" and the reminder - don't hurt the quad, we like that one). I almost, almost did the sensible thing and went home since dark was coming. But that little voice overrode, and I found myself flying over hills and through washes, and made it back to the RV just as the sun set. It was a total blast. And it is things like that which remind all of us that we too can have some fun - just for us. In fact, it renews us to continue being able to be there for others also. So now after coming home from downtown feeding the homeless, I have turned up the heat, put my feet up, and decided to enjoy this day however I want to. And that is a fine thing.