Don’t Feel Sorry For Me

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.

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  1. Maria B
    Maria B says:

    Thanks for sharing that, Christa. Most days I am right there with you, but some days it’s hard not to fall into that negative place when the autism keeps your family from doing something together. I think the holiday weekends are some of the most difficult times for me. Thanks for the reminder to stay positive!

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