Four years ago, I had a vision. It was, as my visions tend to be, simple: a tiny yellow painted kitchen with a window over the sink. Candles. Music. Laughter. At the time, I was going through a divorce and there was very little to laugh about. I had no idea where we were going, let alone where we were going to live. And then this yellow kitchen scene appeared in my mind’s eye. I didn’t know what it meant or where it was. I don’t even like yellow very much. But after years of visioning scenes, characters and stories as a writer, I knew enough to tuck it away, trusting that the vision would become clear when the time was right.
Parenting is not an easy job, especially if you have a child who has challenges above and beyond the ‘normal’ struggles of daily life. Some days seem bleak. Sometimes you face a string of them and you wonder if you are truly up to the challenge. And then there are days like today.
Tonight I had an opportunity to put a smile on my teenage son’s face, after he faced many days in a row where smiling seemed beyond our reach. It was just the two of us, and I decided we needed a surprise. He needed to be surprised and I needed to be the one to deliver it. 🙂 It wasn’t anything big or expensive. It was simple. Easy. No stress.
We went to the gym.