I spend time with a lot of kids. In my work and in my life, I am surrounded by kids a lot. The other day, a kid came up to me and our conversation went something like this:
Kid: I feel so bad for you.
Kid: I read your book.
Me: (thinking kid was upset about my dog’s health) Oh, don’t worry about Georgia. She is great!
Kid: Not Georgia, I feel sorry for you.
Kid: Because you are so full of diseases. I had no idea.
Me: (on the inside…BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA) Oh sweetheart, I am just fine…..
I think this story is a riot. This kiddo was genuinely concerned and of course I was reassuring with my “I’m just fine” reply. I usually say I’m fine. I usually smile. Every once in a while I will respond with “Today is not a good day”, then try to shake it off. I’m often shocked when ask me if I am okay. I’ve learned that I am not as good as hiding pain from my face as I used to be. Again, I always struggle with is it my disease getting worse/more painful OR am I just less tolerant of the pain as I get older. I’m always tired and achy. I love bed time and naps. If I am being honest with myself. I’m sad…..but always trying to be happy or look happy.
I’m not happy, and that is why stories like the one above bring me joy. I need those reminders that life doesn’t entirely suck. I need to shift my focus from my pain to my