I had a rare treat a couple days ago.
My friend Dee and I were able to arrange a halfway meet for an overnight visit.
Dee is a fellow "Trauma Mama".
She and I have both adopted.
Both adopted older kids.
Both older kids from the other side of the world. Older kids from the other side of the world who have trauma backgrounds.
And we have been through it.
So a few weeks ago we had arranged to run away together.
We decided to meet this past Friday night halfway between her home and mine.
We almost weren't able to pull it off, because earlier in the week she had an episode with one of her kids where it nearly ended in a 911 call. Then the day before our planned getaway I had an episode with one of my kids that did result in a 911 call.
And I was in the ER and then the adolescent mental health facility for just shy of 24 hours.
(My child will be OK and is getting some much needed help)
Of course as all these events were unfolding and then settling down, I figured I would need to scrap the plans to get away. But as Fred said, I would need this now more than ever. So he scrambled to get things in place to enable me to head off to CT.
And I did. Up the Jersey Turnpike I went, over the GW, crawling down the Cross Bronx Expressway and finally checking into the Hilton.
And it was Won. Der. Ful.
We laughed, we cried, we hugged, we shared stories.
We even indulged in a spa treatment, if you count cutting my toenails on the bed a spa treatment.
I showed her my recent bruises and she showed me hers. It was like the scene from Jaws where they're revealing all their scars.
Including the broken heart scars.
But now our batteries are recharged. And we have returned to our respective broods better prepared to handle the next crisis.