Today I'm packing up and heading to the conference in Kentucky. I'm putting aside my "I want to stay home and hibernate" mentality and embracing the opportunity to have fun with my amputee friends. I know that once I am there and start hugging everybody, I will feel energized and excited. My post-vacation fatigue will dissipate and I'll find myself feeling empowered and stronger by being in their company.
Scott remembers to take him and isn't smoothed-talked out of having him
attend, Robby has another few days of summer camp this week. Scott will
have to take him in the morning and pick him up each evening, leaving
the bulk of the day free to hang out with Hamlet. Other than having to
pack his lunch and feeding him dinner, taking care of Robby is no longer
a source of anxiety. He is pretty self-sustaining these days.
know that Scott is concerned about how to fill the hours with Timmy,
but I have no doubt that he will find interesting and fun activities to
share. Our little mess maker is at a fun age, soaking in new experiences
and information like a little sponge. He is easily excited and
enthusiastic about even the most mundane errands. (I really like this
age!) Although Scott is worried and anxious about holding down the fort,
I know that everybody will be fine in my absence.
never easy for me, but I am getting better about loosening the reigns. I
have learned that my rules travel with me, and that the family
functions differently when I'm away. The boys will probably eat fast
food for most meals, and the swimming pool might count as Timmy's bath.
Robby will end up staying up well past his bedtime watching a movie with
his Dad, and they will eat junk food before bed. Paper plates will take
the place of our dishes, and the toilet seat will never be put down.
But the boys will be safe and happy, and that is all that matters.