Today was a good day. My client has made a dramatic improvement in three exercise sessions. We even took a walk down the rural road to see the white horse that lives there. We played ball together, counting to 100 in French and 30 in Spanish before he tired. His lifts from his chair were stronger and faster without as much support. He’s just plain wonderful and I love him in a familial way.

I think, in order to do what I do as a caregiver, I have to be willing to fall in love with my clients. Not romantically at all, but to see them as a human who is doing the best they can with what they have to work with. It allows me to grant grace, and even sometimes mercy, when things don’t work out like they want them to and they get frustrated.

I love my vocation. I love what I do. I love being love in a service type of way. It’s so deeply enriching to my life that I honestly don’t know what else I’d do that would create such a great degree of satisfaction.

I extend that into my daily life as well. It is good to be needed. It feels good to know I can help. It is empowering to know that something I do, say, or offer is putting more love out into the world. It’s easier now for me to accept that same love that’s given to me by so many beautiful souls. I sometimes can’t believe this is my life.

But, it is. I’m living the life I always dreamed about. I’m doing things I thought weren’t even possible. I’m learning (albeit with a shockingly painful curve) every day to do new things. I wouldn’t trade this life for anything!