May 08, 2015
So thank you, Internet People and Real Life People, for all your nice words of support and encouragement after my last post. I am really so grateful to everyone who commented or reached out to me to share their stories/experiences/helpful tips on living with a tremor.
(And special shout-out to Callie for gifting me with her friend's description of her "Chihuahua Hands," which is totally going to be my answer from now on when someone asks me why I'm shaking. Or I'll just flap my arms and shriek "BECAUSE I'M PART HUMMINGBIRD WHEEEEE.")
I feel like just writing that post and hitting the publish button helped. I was trying so hard to hide the tremor that the act of exposing it to the big online world let me...relax about it. Which...relaxed the tremor itself. It's that rare catharsis that blogging can give you sometimes, when you finally open an emotional bottleneck and just...BLARGHYBLARGH it all over the Internet.
(Why, yes. Blarghyblargh is totally a verb.)
This morning Ike's school hosted their yearly Mother's Day breakfast, which meant I had to leave the house and put on makeup and fiddle with jewelry clasps and various clothing items that are now stupidly challenging for me.
And then walk into a room full of other moms and school staff and small talk.
And then pick up a paper plate and load it up with small finger foods for Ike.
And then pour him a cup of juice.
And then carry it all back to Ike's table, past all the other moms and school staff and small talk.
You know what? I did pretty okay. My hands shook. My head bobbed. But I did all of those things. I got dressed and wore makeup and made small talk and I didn't spill anything. And I had a lovely morning with my littlest guy.
(Although he did not care for the pink lemonade I poured for him.)
(He asked me to get him something different. I told him I was going to quit while I was ahead and made him get his own cup of water. #KNOWYOURLIMITS, shaky people.)