Water heals.

Sunday after my very good friend Leslie helped me weed and plant herbs and mums we let the kids along with her very pinchable cheeky grandson play in water from the plant water long handle thingy. It was a pleasure to sit back and watch the kids romp in water for an hour on a Sunday afternoon. It was healing.

We were at the time just 5 days from the realization that dialysis was probably in our future. And this Sunday of sprinkler fun was just what I needed to remind me that the kids still need to be kids. That along with the responsibility to be their best advocate by being prepared, organized, diligent and when necessary a fighter, it’s also my responsibility to make sure they have spontaneous fun regardless of the time of day (5pm) and my first instinct of "absolutely not!"

They sure did have fun. And we counted it as a bath. A win-win for all.