So are you people just fed up with me or what? I feel so guilty when I don't blog on time, I know you want to know
what's happening, but you know, well, I'll get to that in a minute. Anyway, about the angry young man.
I've explained
craniosacral therapy before. Anyway, Sam's physical therapists both do this therapy, and during this time they communicate with him
in a way that will sound insane if I try to explain it. Just warning you. Here it comes. Well, one of his
therapists was telling me that when she first met Sam two years or so ago he "yelled" all the time at her during this therapy
- not really at her, but he was just so angry. She was saying that recently he'd seemed all of a sudden content, and
commented about it happening at the same point that I'd commented recently when he'd become a "new boy" about three weeks
ago. All of these things were at the same time, and the therapists were discussing the fact that it might be the reiki
that was having a profound effect on calming him.
So I think she's right. At the same time that she was noticing this, I was noticing this, and everybody else was
noticing this. I believe so much anger just left his body; his spirit. He has calmed so tremendously.
Now - I normally do not want anyone to imagine themselves in my shoes. People are always telling me that
they can put themselves in my place and I tell them there is no point and I dont want them to imagine their children hurt
as badly as Sam is hurt. But in this case, if you want to imagine with me, an angry little boy, who is all of a
sudden able to release all of that anger. It's pretty amazing.
So off we go to Montreal in a month. And I can't wait to go. But it's not vacation, but ..........why
can't it be?????? And so I feel guilty for some reason. It occurred to me that when I ought to be most excited,
most happy, most filled with energy, I am completely drained. I should be so excited that we're going on this trip to
Montreal, and really I am. I can't wait to learn a new program for Sam, I honestly can't. But at the same time,
part of me - most of me - all of me - wants to cry that we have to.
And about my blog-less-ness. What can I say. There's just something wrong with me. I want to be normal,
and normal people don't blog. Normal people chat about what they ate yesterday. Not about brain injuries.
It's just that it's all so wrong. Who should really have to announce that their three year old rolled
over last night, you know? And sometimes, that just hits my heart pretty hard.
Forgive my rambling babbling mess tonight. I know it didn't make much sense.
