For the past two weeks, my wife (really hate using a possessive pronoun referencing the person I love, but there does not seem to be another way to express the relationship succinctly) has been extending her medical skills to Haitians who live and work in the Bateys in the Dominican Republic and also in Haiti, itself. For her, she shared that the trip was successful, i.e., they saw many people who came to their clinics, and their services were appreciated.
For me, it was a time to be alone (albeit, with dogs), but by the end of the two weeks, I missed her presence. While we no longer have to deal with major issues associated either with our work lives or our children who have emerged into their existence as parents who will have to their share of worrying, we do share a lot, especially humor. My humor is not in the form of jokes but a commentary over events. I either hit a funny bone at the right moment or it is missed. I cannot create the humor when talking about some past event.
I treasure our friendship. It has never gotten old. I know that few would accept me as I am as genuinely as she does. I appreciate that it is easier for me to welcome her into my existence than vice-versa. She is virtually a saint. My flaws are quite visible and it does take energy and ego to accept them as a price of experiencing the plus sides of my personhood.
From a practical perspective, I know that taking care of a baby by mself is not something that I could do routinely. I attribute my weakness to age, but regardless of the reason, it is much more possible when there are two of us present and I represent the "helper" while her grandmother is the principal care keeper!
We are back to normalcy! and it feels good, very good!
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