Everything looks better to me in spring.
May is a busy month here. On Thursday afternoons, all three kids have activities, two of them simultaneously. Something will have to give the week my husband is away. But no matter, because guess what? I volunteered to help coach my daughter’s soccer team. I have no experience with soccer, but the kids are four years old. I can herd. But the really great thing? When I considered volunteering, I was mainly worried about juggling it while I was solo parenting. I never even thought, Can I physically do this?
That is huge. I couldn’t have run around a soccer field for an hour at a time a year ago, or even six months ago. I was diagnosed with Lyme Disease in December of 2011, but I suspect I became infected the previous September. Last January I couldn’t stand up for more than ten minutes without fatigue and extreme pain. Last February I set myself the goal of slowly working up to the 2 1/2 mile neighborhood walk I’d done without a thought the previous fall. As I headed into last spring, physical recovery was slow, but steady, but even just six months ago, I couldn’t sleep without waking from pain. The realization that I now get through most days with nothing more than the usual twinges of an almost-40-year-old body fills me with thankfulness.
I did buy some new sneakers, since I’ve had my current pair since Idon’tknowwhen and they certainly never had any support to begin with. I wore them today while the younger kids and I walked through the neighborhood, and wore them again to run around a field with a gaggle of four-year-olds, and nothing hurts tonight. I have energy to follow through on ideas–this, too, is amazing. There were months when I’d have a thought of getting up to do something, and next thing I knew, I was waking up from another nap.
It is spring here.
It is spring, and I am not in pain. It is spring, and the sun is shining, and no matter what else is going on in my life, I am grateful for the sunshine and the ability to coach my daughter’s soccer team and walk without pain with my kids. I am grateful for fiddleheads and purple flowers and tadpoles and birdsong.
Everything looks better in spring.