What support means to me. Support is not doing it is being,
it is the comfort knowing I am not alone. The comfort that my decisions are my
own as well as my mistakes and in that, I am surrounded by people and places
that are forgiving and encouraging. After all we are all learners and
perfection is reserved for the divine.
My personal support comes from my family and loved ones and
the air I breathe. So no matter where I am if I have my family I am home, if I
can be outside and feel the sun, see some green and breath deeply, again I am
home.
The abbreviated version of daily support is: I awake to
wagging tails of my dogs, sleep eyes and hair on end from my husband, and
visits or phone calls almost daily of my children and grandchild, this is food
for my soul and gives me great comfort. As I head to work my day is mostly
outside no mater what the weather is, if I am inside I am surrounded by large
window, this is food for my senses.
I am supported in every step I take and cannot possibly list
them all. From family and friends, animals, nature, people I work with, the
children and families I serve my community and in my education I am supported. Only
when I support others I support myself.
The challenge I choose is being confined to a wheel chair.
Because I have said I am supported by every step I take, I thought how would I
survive without that step that I have interpreted as freedom. It is difficult
for me not to be independent although I heavily rely on my support system. The
support I would need of course would be physical, but mostly creating an
environment that I could do as much for myself as possible. I would need emotional
support helping me make the shift of what my new skill set is, learning how I
can be useful in my community and feel a sense of purpose in my life.
