I didn’t blog last week. I was having a little existential crisis and needed some time to think, be quiet and have some alone time. Sometimes the blogging thing gets to feeling narcissistic and I go back and forth trying to figure out the right balance between writing about my life and sharing my thoughts and yet avoiding the ME, ME, ME aspect.
And then my mom called and said, “WHERE ARE YOU??? and I laughed and realized that blogging is a cheap and easy way to give her peace of mind that her daughter is alive and well and so here you have me again.
You didn’t miss much last week other than a less-than-pleasant manager at work who had been calling the wrong phone number for three months trying to get me and then sending me a not very nice email about it. Somehow it was my fault he’d dialed the wrong number and because I’m a pleaser and try to be conscientious about doing my job well, I took it all sorts of personally and spent three days trying to make sure he was happy. And then to celebrate getting him taken care of, I went to a dentist appointment at 7 in the morning on Thursday.
And, yes, I went shopping afterwards.
Because nothing says “Congratulations for not coming unglued in the dental chair” like an Ellen Tracy sundress at 80% off.
The week wasn’t all doom and gloom, though. The highlight was attending our first Special Olympics competition and watching Travis compete in basketball. I knew it was going to be an emotional day for him but I wasn’t prepared for my own little misty moment when I walked to the door of the rec center and read the Athlete’s Oath on the banner.
The gym was crowded with teams from almost twenty schools in the county and I was a little worried about the noise level bothering Travis.
Clearly, he was agitated and not at all enjoying himself.
He was placed in a group of boys that had similar mobility issues and developmental delays and they competed in three events designed to test their passing accuracy, dribbling, and shooting skills and somewhere on Craig’s camera at work we have pictures and video but all you really need to know is that when the whistle blew he turned into the fiercest, most determined kid I’ve ever seen and wouldn’t you know, he won a ribbon for third place and I think he should have gotten second but the ref gave a little leeway to another kid who was a little more severely involved than Travis and who am I to get wrapped around the axle about that.
Oh, there was much yelling and clapping and high-fives and smiles and maybe a tear or six. It was refreshing and encouraging to be in an environment that said “Yes, I can” and celebrated the joy of achievement on whatever scale possible.
So I leave you today with four little things that have stuck with me since last week and I hope will stay in my head for many weeks to come:
Get in the game.
And most of all, celebrate.
Have a nice day.