It's been irking me, after the fact, that I felt compelled to write yet another post touching on such a tenacious jerk of a subject. But putting it out there turned out to be a useful gamble because it brought out some viewpoints from very smart and wonderful people who helped me regain perspective. Writing my issues down also had the effect of expelling poison from my system. Feels right in this MF today, is what I'm saying, so thank you friends. I won't be writing about my body image again for a long time, I think.
Yesterday, post-entry, was one of those rare gratifying ones, as a parent. HR, historically a hysterical mess at the doctor's, was like a different kid at his five-year check-up. He was calm and engaging, and when he found out that his last round of vaccinations was taken care of last year and he wouldn't be having a shot, it was the icing on the cake for him, for us all. Of course I couldn't be more thankful for his perfect health so far, but it's nice to see this particular side-effect of growing up in action. Afterward I got to accompany him to his swimming lesson, which you may remember was a miserable scream-fest only a couple of months ago. Since then he's found the fun in swimming, and it was a joy to watch him show what he's really learned, jumping in and getting fully submerged, smiling like a loon the whole time. He can't swim on his own yet without a bubble, but he will soon, and it made my heart so full to see how far he's come. The rest of the day was just hanging out and snuggles and playing, and I sort of didn't want it to end, for the spell to break. But I also wanted Game of Thrones and a glass of wine, so off to bed with you, munchkin.
Even when they're not tinged with an amber aura, every new day somehow shows a new way of being worth it.
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