My nephew spent yesterday afternoon at my house. We ate lunch, my husband helped him make a model rocket while I baked chocolate chip cookies, and then we three played Settlers of Catan. I think it was good for both my nephew and I to have time and space to interact away from his house, letting him be the center of attention. For those six hours he was calm--no grabbiness, no baby talk, no hyper-frantic and loudly forced cheer, no doing things he knows he shouldn't do, no tackling me or clinging for physical reassurance.
Respite isn't just for caregivers.
About Me
- Carolyn Hill
- When I first started on Blogger, my handle was "Ratty", maintaining anonymity so that in my "Rat in the Walls" blog I could write about my brother's fatal illness without giving away his identity. Under that pseudonym, I could voice things I couldn't elsewhere. Rats thrive in the dark. ::: Now, five years after his death in 2008, I'm coming out of the walls and reclaiming my humanity.
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