Is life a long wait?

Is life a long wait_Is life a long wait?

Our mom was waiting for us for 9 months. If we were not born earlier, like me about 8 months.

Many people seem to be living in their lifecycles. Some kind of start shot, then complete and then finish. Years out, and year in. Our schooling was divided so. Autumn reading, winter and then summer with leave.

The week can also be divided in this way. Monday start shot, Tuesday to Thursday implementation and Friday awaiting weekend. And then everything starts again on Monday.

The waiting for a driving license, waiting for the first payroll in life. The longing for finding the right partner to create a family. Buy a house or new car.

The road there is edged by different road choices to ensure future goals.

Those older enlightened people say all the time: do not wait, do … go out and catch the day (carpe diem).

The day today will never return. The day yesterday are memories that create future thoughts and experiences. The day tomorrow is blank and possible to do anything whatever you thought yesterday. Do we really understand this fully?

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To be dumped

To be dumpedTo be dumped

The first time my parents get me from a summer camp where you dump children with disabilities. I cried for hours after they came and picked me up. Mom promised never to do this again.

Not to be included. We have all experienced this in some form. Not having access to not being good enough.

My mom did not have a chance. She had to leave me next summer again. Doctors and therapists said it was good for me to meet children with disabilities. My parents needed rest. Was I really as painful as the doctors said. Took so much power to have me home in the summer. So every summer vacation I was always in camps from 5-6 years until I was 11-12 years old. That was the law. Not the law of the mother, but the law of society.

When I grew older it became the summer day colony. Every day, go by taxi to a beach and be there all day, with other disabled people. So, it was for me to grow up in the summer with Cerebral Palsy.

If I’m sorry, no idea. I had to do things children on my street, had no access to. So, maybe it was good that society decides, over parents when it comes to disabled children …

What did you do in the summer as a child?