So once again, I find myself holding down the fort this week. This Memorial Day weekend, Jim had a Caterpillar meeting and event that led him to Indianapolis. He actually got to participate in many of the Indy 500 pre-race festivities and then got to sit in turn 3 on race day. He grew up watching this race faithfully with his entire family, so it is a dream come true for a guy who really should have been a race car driver. It is a great tradition that I was indoctrinated into once we got married.
As he is off having the time of his life, I am home with the kids keeping things running here. But, don’t feel sorry for me. When you have a child with a disability, family life looks differently. You have to figure out a way to experience things that most families take for granted in a unique and creative way. So, if things were different, I am certain that all four of us would have been in Indianapolis this weekend, but that is okay. I am so happy that Jim gets to experience this and I have absolutely no regrets nor one ounce of resentment. My time will come. I know, there will be times I will get to go off and do what I have dreamed of, and Jim will stay home.
Don’t feel bad for me. I find happiness in his happiness. I have found many things this weekend that make me happy. I miss my husband, but I am so grateful he has had this time. You may not understand it, but it works for us and works well.