After this weekend, I’ve concluded that my wheelchair might need all-terrain tires and a bicycle bell. Or one of those “cow catchers” like on the front of trains.
I spent the weekend with my awesome husband and son enjoying The Gentlemen of the Road Stopover tour in Troy, OH. A “Stopover” brings Mumford & Sons (along with a host of other bands) to small cities and towns around the world. The spirit of the project remains: a music festival that celebrates local people, food and culture, where everyone pitches in and everybody gets something back. Basically, eat the local food, drink the local drink, enjoy the local people and have fun. Oh, and there is always great music.
First off, much love and many thanks to my awesome husband. Music festivals are not really his cup of tea. But because I love them, he goes full speed with me and never misses a beat. And, because he loves me, he makes sure I behave myself. These days though “behaving myself” has a different meaning. Instead of making sure I’m not stage diving and crowd surfing he makes sure I’m using my wheelchair and drinking plenty of water and taking my meds on schedule.
Second, hugs and love to my kiddo. I thought taking an almost 12 year old to this thing made me a bad parent. Turns out, it does not. He got to experience great music in a good environment (we were able to control what he saw and explain things as needed). I also got to have a proud mom moment when two lovely ladies sought us out to tell us what a great kid he is. I always worry if we are “doing it right”. Well, we might not be doing it right be we are definitely doing ok. Bub even helped with the wheelchair pushing and making sure I was ok at all times. He is a pretty great kid.
This weekend took some planning. I learned a few things in the process. Being “sick” means I have to do things differently. I used my wheelchair almost exclusively. But doing so meant I had the energy to enjoy the local town and sit through 14 plus hours of music. I had to let down that “I can do it, I’ll be fine” wall and accept my limitations. Accepting those limits made all the difference.
“I will learn to love the skies I’m under” is tattooed on my right shoulder. It’s a line from the song “Hopeless Wanderer”. Sometimes my skies are stormy, sometimes they are blue. I’m learning to accept my limits and live the life I’ve been blessed with.
If anyone needs me this week, I’ll be on the couch, recovering. Instead of the usual hangover symptoms of headache, nausea, etc, my “stopover hangover” is swollen joints, achy muscles and a pleasant fatigue from knowing I enjoyed life, arthritis and all!