My Supports

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.