Be a fountain . . .

. . . not a drain.

I had this terrible habit of writing down sayings that stopped me in my tracks and then not noting where I’d gotten them. Thus, I cannot attribute this particular saying, but I know I didn’t write it. And I give thanks to whoever did.

It’s good advice I am trying to follow.

Be a fountain of giving. Giving of my time to my youngest granddaughter. I have moved into her home for a spell. She needs me. I need her. She has astounded me with her vocabulary and her comprehension. At eighteen months old, I expected her to still be more of a baby than a toddler. Well, she’s having none of that. Her development is in fast forward.

Be a fountain of words. My work of course came with me. I even found a piece of luggage called “Office” to lug it all in. An office on wheels. The advertising copy promised it would fit under an airplane seat, but when I tried to stuff it in there, it wouldn’t go. Too tall and too wide.

Then I realized that the compartment under the aisle seat was narrower than the one under the middle and window seats. I had no choice but to stuff it in the overhead compartment. I’m short and the thing was heavy, but the worst part was that it had my laptop in it and I prefer to keep that with me.

We landed in New Orleans with such a bang that it would not have made any difference where my laptop was. It would have shaken, rattled and rolled wherever it was. The flight attendant joked, “Don’t forget to check the seatback for any belongings. In fact, check all over the aircraft for your belongings.” That was funny, but note to self: no more aisle seats.

Be a fountain of love. What else but love could compel me to leave the people I love to come be with the people I love. I will miss my other baby. I gave her extra kisses and hugs the last time I saw her and I lost track of how many I love you’s we shared on the phone before my flight. Her tiny little voice almost made me not want to leave.

Be a fountain of health. My personal pharmacy came with me as well. Have pills will travel. My hands are not happy that I’m not taking Prednisone anymore, the left more than the right, but since I’m right-handed, it’s not that bad.

And it’s really not that bad overall. I expected it to be worse, but I’m glad it’s not. If I keep moving, the rest of my body feels fine. It’s only when I sit too long that I feel stiff, but that might not be RA. That might just be me. One thing I know, having to chase after a toddler will inoculate me against sitting around.

And be a fountain of youth. Of course. I keep telling myself how young I still am. And nowadays, it is young. But I just have to keep reminding myself. Inside, I still feel 20. And outside, I’m glad I’m not. If I could be 20 knowing what I know now, maybe.

Hanging out at South Beach, obviously not missing Na at all!

Hanging out at South Beach, obviously not missing Na at all!

Watching Abuela work and ripping apart her Post-its.

Watching Abuela work and ripping apart her Post-its.

 

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6 Responses to Be a fountain . . .

  1. What a great post. And cute little one!

  2. Wren says:

    What a beautiful little girl she is, Irma! Oh, that smile! I love your attitude and your sense of humor. You know, I wouldn’t mind being 20 again, either, but only if I could keep the accumulated wisdom of the three+ decades since I was such a fresh little spring chicky. I thought I knew everything back then, Hah! Wishing you well, m’friend. Take care of yourself, okay?

    • Irma says:

      Hi, Wren. She was making faces and I told her to show me her teeth. She loves to have her picture taken. And she will keep me busy, but I will enjoy every moment with her. And yes, she will keep me young for a bit longer! Thanks and take care!

  3. phat50chick says:

    How fortunate that you have each other. Sure does help change your perspective and maybe put the aches and pains in not quite so sharp focus. Keep moving!! I swear that’s been one of the bigger keys to my successful handling of RA. On my worst days, I still make myself go for a walk and I always feel better. Enjoy her – they grow up so fast!

    • Irma says:

      I agree with you that exercise helps so much to keep you limber and scares the aches and pains away. This little one will also keep them on the back burner. I’m looking forward to my time with her. They grow up too fast! Take care and stay well.

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