I’m having trouble tearing myself away from the earthquake/tsunami coverage, today. I just… can’t even imagine. Even looking at pictures, I just can’t imagine what must be happening there. I feel like I should DO SOMETHING, and if I can’t, well surely my life—my non-natural-disaster-rocked, comfortable life—should just go into suspended animation until the world rights itself again, somehow. (I feel stupid, just typing that.)
The news I was bursting to come and share yesterday afternoon feels inconsequential, except that it is still, for us, a very big deal: We found a therapist for Monkey, and not just A therapist but actually THE therapist we’d wanted from the start. She wasn’t taking new patients; after over a dozen rounds elsewhere I returned to her office to see if that had changed, and they said it had; actually, it hadn’t, but she called me back after I submitted paperwork and readers, I am not ashamed to tell you I BEGGED. It worked, which means I love her already. I think Monkey will, too.
Another hurdle cleared. I hold this bit of hope close to my heart today while praying for peace and safety for those facing much bigger matters.