Baby steps

It has been a while. Life certainly has gotten in my way. It has a habit of doing that. Seems just when you want to do things "your" way, life has a way of forcing you to do it another way.

I've had surgery--a knee injury. I am off crutches finally, and limping around. I have learned just how intolerant I am. Little inconveniences bother me, as do small changes in plans. I like things done my way. I guess we all are like that to an extent, but when you cannot walk without someone's help, or roll over in bed without crying in pain, you learn just how intolerant you are, of your own inconveniences.

I hate to ask for help. I am very stubborn. I have learned that both of my children are the same. My daughter, though, has compassion. Her compassion, and tolerance is a quality unique to her. My son, does not have compassion. He just does what needs to be done. Both of my children have done their share to help me through this ordeal, without sacrificing their own professions and social life..too much!

My husband has been a saint. He knows me, and he knows what I need. Sometimes he forgets, but that is ok. He also tolerates me. I know I can be impossible, especially when I am trying not to depend on him, but he still tolerates me. I know that is love.

So, it has been a while. Life has gotten in my way, but now I want it to get out of my way, and let me be myself again. Baby steps. That is what the Physical therapist says, and he is right. Baby steps.