I recieved a phone call the other day that sort of shook me up a little. It was late in the morning, we were not long finished our homeschool, generally, going about our day. Usually I do the whole caller ID thing before answering, but I wasn`t quite expecting the usual telemarketers until I was just about to put supper on the table, or up to my elbows with the kids in the tub...but I digress. On the phone, a chirpy woman asked for me by name, and then informed me that she was contacting women within my age group for special female cancers insurance.
Not exactly the reminder of your ageing that you want to hear. And it struck me... I can`t get sick. I have way too much that I am responsible for right where I am, thank you very much. And then it struck me even harder...what if I did get sick..... gulp again.
I cannot imagine anything scarier for a mom then the thoughts of her children being without her. Oh wait, yes I can, add special needs to the equation. I am not just a mom, I am an interpreter of the world, a safe person, an advocate, and above all else, deeply committed, and madly in love!
I quickly got off the phone, and I admit, while not overtly rude, I was curt and obviously annoyed. There is something about being an autism parent that makes you grow increasingly disguisted with people who prey on the fears of others.
It`s a good thing I have my New Year Resolutions still posted up around the house. I, for one, am practising living in the present. Because honestly, these days, that is about all I can handle.
Next time, I think I will just let it ring.