A sassy, crafty mama bird from Los Angeles
raising a very sweet little girl with Autism
and a new baby boy in the Midwest... and other stuff, too.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

hop hop hop

I've been limping for three days now. No idea what I did, but I can't bear much weight on my foot. Sometimes I wonder, how is it that I take such fabulous care of Little Bird, but I can't take care of myself? She's on a million supplements,  I take no vitamins. She is at OT twice per week, I haven't been to the gym in weeks. Yesterday, I took her to school, the psychologist, did a round of therapeutic listening at home in the blue swing and then a little scooter-board action, cooked dinner, made it to a meeting last night, etc but made no time to see a doctor about my foot. And so I limp along. 
It reminds me of being on an airplane. My mom was a stewardess for 15 years, you know. Do not call her a flight attendant. She was a stew. My dad was a passenger. Sparks flew somewhere between NY and LA. I think by the time they landed they'd moved in together. Married 37 yrs, btw. Anyway, you know how the flight attendants go through their spiel and tell you to put your oxygen mask on before you put one on a child and/or others?? Well, that's because we need to be able to take care of ourselves first, before we can care for others.
Bottom line: I'm not taking care of myself. My grandma g always put off taking care of herself because she was too busy taking care of my grandpa. And you know what? She died first. Twenty years ago today. I have the yahrtzeit candle lit. I miss her every day. The bird's middle name and Hebrew names are after her. I bet she'd want me to get my foot taken care of.

5 comments:

Staci C. said...

I guess this is the case for all of us Autism mamas. I just started trying to remember daily vitamins for myself and have not been too successful thus far. I have not seen the inside of a gym in years... maybe next week. Haha! Go get your foot checked out!

Ticky and Mimi said...

If I were there I would drive you to the doctor and get you checked out and sweep you away for half the day to recharge.

My name is Erin. said...

So crazy that you use the "stewardess" analogy. I use it constantly in my head, just never follow the principles. I've recently been offered a job, the most I've ever been paid, so I'm considering getting a gym membership. I need to remove the word "considering" from that statement, but I start thinking things like, "I could use that money for home improvements or a private ballet teacher for Abby or an OT therapist for Abby or..." and the list goes on. I am the most out of shape I've ever been and if I don't do something now, I could find myself shopping in the plus size dept very, very soon. Something has to give RIGHT now. So you better go get that foot looked at and I'll go ahead and get a gym membership. And I might even use it.

Katy said...

Came here from Ellen's place. . .

I'm the same way. I'll eat junk, but give my son only the best, organic foods. He's always at the doctor--I never am. I think it's the mothering instinct.

ParkerMama said...

Boy, do I hear you on this one. I make an all organic, amazingly balanced blenderized diet for Parker, while stuffing my face with junk.

Sometimes it feels as though I am slowly falling apart while trying to keep Parker together.

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