In one week I will be sitting in Florida, regaining portions of my brain and heart which have gone into hiding.
I will be hanging out with a group of women I have never, ever met in real life. There are three, in particular, who have become precious email/phone friends as we all muddle through this gift of darkness we call special needs parenting. On the way home, I'm hoping I'll get to hug Lisa's neck for the first time EVER while I have a layover.
We have no agenda, other than to relax and hang out.
Today, I cry every time I think about it. Okay, so I'm crying about other things too, but this IS such a rarity for me. And by rarity, I mean IT NEVER HAPPENS. Mommy gets respite from everything, in a really beautiful place, staying in a really beautiful house, around all these really beautiful people. OH DEAR GOD, is this really happening?
We have had ongoing therapeutic interactions for almost two weeks running. You expect and know it will happen after major changes/events/tragedies, but still ... I'm spent.
I get to fly away from my home next Friday. I do not have to come back for three whole days. If this is a dream, do not pinch me. I cannot guarantee what my fight/flight response might be.
(photo by Gavin Spencer)