I'd tried everything first: my miracle balls, swimming,whining, yoga, stretching, whining, hot tub, massage, ice, heat, and more whining. Still no relief. So, after a long night of shifting and sighing and Greg shifting and sighing to accommodate my pathetic state, it was time to see someone.
While I was there, a cheerful receptionist came over to see me and knew me by name, or at least as Zack's Mom. It was none other than a mom I had known from his preschool, the mother of one of his secret early girlfriends. We used to chat under the covered area, waiting for our kiddos, keeping an eye on the other young children in our care - we both were daycare providers.
Within minutes it was clear that her life had changed since the last time we spoke. She was recently divorced, back to work. She paused when she said this and I started to say I was sorry to hear it, but really, looking at her, I wasn't. There was a lightness to her I had never seen in the two years we had parked side by side. And while I certainly wouldn't celebrate a family splitting up, listening to her greet an elderly patient, watching her face light up when she talked about going back to school, well, something good came from this divorce.
I listened to her laugh on the phone while I waited for my turn, for my name to be called.
I often fear big changes, even good ones. Maybe I should knock it off and let my life unfold.
It sure looked good on her.
The muscle relaxers are starting to kick in and I'm feeling a bit sleepy. I'll be by soon, leaving you incoherent comments. If I can stay awake.