Feeling Special

 

Special Olympics 2012-05

Special Olympics 2012-05 (Photo credit: pennstatenews)

Despite the 90 degree heat today, I haven’t felt this exact type of warmth since last Christmas, after spending time with family and friends and just experiencing all the reciprocal love and positive energy rebounding back and forth between us.

I spent this morning volunteering for the Special Olympics at the University of Rhode Island in North Kingstown.  It’s been about 25 years since I volunteered, and then it was just in the communications booth.  I never even got to see any athletes up close.   What an amazing bunch of people.

Amateur athletic events and I are old friends by this point in my parenting career.  Jules is quite the athlete and she has played basketball, softball  and/or soccer in some combination or another since she was four.  And she was dancing and acting at age three.  So I know what those types of competitive gatherings are like.  Well, I thought I knew.

Today there was no pushing, shoving, squeezing to get in the prime spot, to take the prime picture.  No video cameras in front of your view, not a hostile word, thought, or deed.  The athletes were calm, patient, living in the moment and enjoying it all, win or lose.  No one crying because she couldn’t  live up to unattainable expectations.  No injuries that swiped everyone’s breath away in a giant gasp.

I had a very tense ride down, and almost all the way back home, and then back again, and thought, shutting off the car, that maybe I wasn’t meant to be helping today.  (We will refer to that as the husband lost the car keys crisis, but then found them after I came all the way home).  That left me a bit cranky.  And after all, what could I do to make a difference today? 

Well I didn’t do much, seemingly.  But I felt.  I cheered.  I smiled till my face hurt.  I gave lots of high fives and pats on the back.  I handed out and collected towels from the athletes.  As  soon as I got my sweaty self out of the car the joy in the air nearly knocked me over.

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Road Shows, Then and Now

 

A Wrinkle in Time

A Wrinkle in Time (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Well, I’m a little frustrated with my running , or non-running self today.   But at least my Saturday was pretty cool, and filled with accomplishment.

My dear friend Kim accompanied me on my promo rounds, yesterday.  Like two traveling salesmen ladies we made the rounds with our ice coffees in our cup holders and 70’s and 80’s music on the radio.

First stop, Davisville Free Library in North Kingstown, where I am scheduled to do my first ‘gig’ reading and signing books.  I am both looking forward to this and dreading it at the same time.  Looking forward because it’s what I’ve wanted to do almost my whole conscious life.  Dreading for the same reason.  It’s a lovely, bright little town library with pleasant supportive people, so if nothing else I’ll spend a June afternoon  with some nice people.

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