I highly recommend a physical/mental therapy for my friends lucky enough to have the availability to secure it. It takes many years of love, cooperation and a bit of good fortune to make it a reality, but well worth the effort.
That therapy came in the form of five small, active, delightful great-grandchildren. With one three year old telling his mother, when told he was going to my house for dinner, that “Oh, Good, she’s my friend,”. I have been many things in my life, but never anything better than a “friend” to a three year old!
Great Aunt Sarah intervened at just the right time with a raucous game of Hide and Seek that had little folks hiding in Grandma’s scary unfinished basement, prompting screams of terror over sighting of a spider, one little one hiding in a bath tub with the shower curtain closed and a little girl emerging from under a bed, calmly licking her ice cream cone as if nothing mattered more!
Some of the grownups looked at me and asked if all the noise bothered me. I of course said,”No.”. What they didn’t know was that I just turned off my hearing aid!!
That night as I crawled into bed, my knees didn’t hurt, my toes weren’t burning, my mind was serene and not engaged in solving all the world’s problem. I fell asleep with a smile and a prayer on my lips of thankfulness that I can love, enjoy, and be invigorated by these little ones for the evening, and send them home for their parent to calm them down after a visit to that crazy, great- grandma’s house!
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