I don’t always know what to blog about. Yesterday one of my moms asked me to write about stress during the Holidays. I told her I didn’t know what she was talking about! What stress? . . . And then a memory of the night before flashed back to my mind; right there and then, I had to dig deep, but the more I thought about stress, the more I remembered. I let go of my facade . . . only briefly mind you, to let in a distant memory of stress. Shortly thereafter I put myself right back together, somewhat forcing the image of having it ALL together! So, I will try to tell you about my brief and unbelievably rare memory of stress.
Both of my parent have Alzheimer’s . . . that is correct, BOTH. I often have to make that distinction twice when announcing this during a conversation. Yep, it is a huge bummer. And a journey I have never wanted to take nor do I want anyone else to have to experience. Where do I begin. First, they both present their symptoms in very different ways.
Keaton started swim team last Monday! It was with much excitement and trepidation . . . for mom. Keaton had nothing but excitement regarding this unknown they call swim team. We woke up to a very dreary morning and were uncertain as to whether swim lesson would be cancelled.
For those of you who don’t know what a “level 5” swimmer is, think flip turns, the butterfly, freestyle for a long way, breast stroke for a long way, good backstroke form…overall a pretty darn good swimmer. At age five, I think pretty impressive by any standard. Keaton certainly didn’t come into this earth a swimmer, like all kids or adults, depending on when you start, swimming is a life skill like any other sport. It takes time, dedication, great instruction and repetition to get good at it.