Grief Work: I Can Get Back Up. Even When It Hurts.

Oct 25, 2024

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When I wrote this a few years ago I had fallen outside when feeding the animals. But I was reminded of the post when I fell-hard!-on sharp rocks in our creek playing with my grandson.

I was holding his hand and both of us went down when my foot slipped. I hobbled up the bank with a giant bleeding gash on my knee and I’m still living with a permanent knot on my kneecap.

Poor little guy was frightened but not hurt. He has recited that incident over and over and always ends it with, “I’m okay. Mama D okay. We’re okay.” He can’t wait to get in again when it’s warmer.

I absolutely love, love, love that my sweet little boy has already learned the lesson of getting back up, even when it hurts.

It’s something I need to remember every. single. day.

I hate that question that every doctor’s office asks now, “Have you had any falls in the past twelve months?”

I always say, “no” even though that’s rarely true.

Because I know what they are looking for is evidence of disease that might be impacting balance and I’m perfectly free of that so I don’t want to place a red flag in my medical chart.

But I fall down pretty regularly.

Read the rest here: Falling Down and Getting Up Again