Lees in France

The healing process takes place in various forms. Some need to replay it over and over trying to make sense of it all or to figure out what could have been done differently. Some chalk it up to it happened and keep moving forward. (This was my attitude.) Still others physically role-play the events to help them. The latter I witnessed as a kindergarten teacher on 9/11 and in a war-torn Uganda in the late 90’s. The months following the Twin Tower attack my little 5 and 6 year olds built block towers and flew toy airplanes into them. Other classmates joined in by driving toy fire trucks, ambulances and police cars to help clean the debris. Children all over the world role play with their toys. Even while teaching in Uganda during a war, internally displaced kids as well as missionary kids could be seen running around with sticks as guns and shooting people.  I am fascinated by the minute details kids observe and add to their play. 

Our hike was no exception. I received this image the next day. This is how the youngest of our “8 pairs of socks” processed the end. While I did NOT wear a dress hiking I do like the color blue and the correct ankle is casted! Also the road leading out, full of mini boulders, was “rocky.” My paramedic was holding on as we maneuvered through the winding path of the mountain, faring better than Smurf Paramedic. Later the creator of this photo artwork visited me and gave me flowers.

My ankle is healing like a sunset with trauma hues. I anticipate the daily changes of colors and wait. 

I am walking without crutches, Cody is happier. He was afraid of the metal sticks I brought in the house. Was it because they made weird sounds or because he was not allowed to bring wooden sticks in the house? (Haha) At his young age he is learning how to take care of me in his own way. Thank you Z for this photo while I napped.