Did you ever have one of those days that just sucks? I do and this started off as one of those days. I awoke at 3:18 am and couldn’t go back to sleep. My body hurt and my mind was going a mile a minute. I turned on the bathroom light and Jabba the Hut was staring at me in the mirror. Unfortunately, I was not hallucinating. Actually, I think I’m heavier than Jabba.
I brushed my teeth and stuttered stepped into the kitchen, My Parkinson’s was particularly bad. It took 10 minutes to get to the kitchen table and set up my computer. I started to write and realized that any depressed person reading my article might choose suicide rather than continuing to read it.
I punted and took some meds, then settled into my lift chair and tried to listen to a book. Concentrating on my book was impossible so I dosed off for 15 minutes. On awakening, my brain said I should eat. Instead, I reset my book to the chapter it was on before I fell asleep and started the cycle all over again. I repeated the doze, reset and dose cycle over and over again until Lisa showed up with Hudson.
Hudson is 7 months old. People say he looks like me. The first thing he does is throw me a smile. The smile is followed by a giggle. He starts into a cycle of smile, giggle all the while staring at me. He makes me smile, then I laugh. I guess he likes Jabba.
He has a magical effect on me. My rotten day gets better. In my baby’s eyes, I see a better world. In his laughter, I find a reason to smile. This is the first time I see him roll over. Rolling over is a major milestone and I see all of his future accomplishments. My day gets better by the minute.
Then he cries. He’s hungry, has pooped and needs a nap. I now see a baby who needs his grandmother. In comes Renee to the rescue. He needs grandma time. When he smiles again, I’ll be there smiling back.
Baby smiles are the best medicine available. I’ll take all I can get. I’ll even share a few with Renee.
Here’s your music for the day and a joke.
The nurse told the parents of a newly born child, “You have a cute baby.”
The smiling husband said, “I bet you say that to all new parents.”
“No,” she replied, “just to those whose babies really are good-looking.”
The husband again asked, “So what do you say to the others?”
The nurse replied, “The baby looks just like you.”