This is one of those weeks where many unexpected things have dropped roots and sprouted up all across my schedule, and the rest of my unspoken for time has been dedicated to infection control aimed at providing the safest environment possible for those who work and live in our home. So this week, I am going to keep my post and my comments brief. And next week, we can all plan on spending slightly more reading time as I describe the infection control process in our current therapy environment and how it impacts the way we run our programs.
The past month or so, I have put up seemingly random pictures of bunnies or flowers, most of which were taken during community safety walks or drives that Tony requested. Like many things that could appear unconnected about what I do, there is a reason for those pictures. Hannah loves animals and cactus flowers. The bunny came to munch on mesquite pods while she was still sleeping, and I wanted her to be able to share that moment. The cactus bloom shots were taken on walks where she was doing school work or something else. Knowing how fleeting those bursts of crepe-like blossoms can be, I tried to capture some images for her.
Often those pictures are taken on the quick, and they don’t represent my best work. I have to move fast because Tony has limited patience to wait, or he wants to touch the cacti (which is definitely not advisable). Sometimes if we are on a drive, I am working fast because I am pulled off the road with my hazard lights on and I don’t want to become a distraction or disruption to the flow of traffic.
One of the shots from a drive was on max zoom for my phone because I didn’t want to seem like a stalker or raise up the specter of worry that I was filing a possible HOA complaint. I have never actually contacted an HOA to complain and I don’t plan on starting now, but that does happen and we all certainly have enough to worry about right now without that particular homeowner thinking I could be so inclined, thus I kept my distance on that shot…and the pictures only vaguely hinted at the shimmering nature of those glorious puffs of magenta.
I am so grateful for both of my children. Every single day I can feel the joy of being their mother, though I know I am not perfect at it. I try to do whatever I can, however small it may seem, to show them that they are always in my heart.
