Its nice to be chosen

Some people work so much, their married to their work. They eat all their meals together, blow off other events and if work is demanding, miss out on life. There are those that hate their jobs, but have to make a living. Some people skip from job to job so they can also enjoy life. However, if you want a certain lifestyle, you work hard and may not love work, but learn to work to live. I fall into a bit of all of all the above. There is one thing that is true though, I love my job, so much! I would do it for free and have (until I started buying things for myself, so my mom didn’t have to). If I could live for free, this would also be the case.

About two months ago now, I was interviewed by a friend, who I knew because I used to support her child. During these interviews, I spoke openly and honestly, answered her questions and had realizations about my work. Please, watch them

She points out an interesting fact that I never thought about, but have trouble explaining to others. She identifies that there is no solid line between what I do and how I came to do it. People often ask me what got me in to this work? I say, it is because I wasn’t sure what else to do when I left high school and gave up on teaching. As soon as they find out I had a brother who was disabled, I am then reminded by other people, that it is obviously because of my brother. If it was so obvious, how did I miss it? He was definitely the reason I was introduced to the world of disability, but I wanted to be a teacher all my life. I supported a young man (friend of the family) who had a disability from the age of twelve, but it wasn’t what I wanted to do.

Now, working with multiple families, supporting children and young adults, I would say is my passion. I love it so much and feel honoured and privileged it chose me. That’s right, it chose me. Life changed, drastically, and that’s why I am doing what I’m doing. I’m good at it too, who knew. Not everyone who has a sibling with disabilities is good at taking care of someone else who has disabilities or even wants to.

The first client I met that would write a page in the book of my life, had me hooked! He drew me in so close, I lost focus on anything else that I may have thought I wanted as a career. After him, my name somehow spread like wildfire. I started working private shift work, anywhere from six-twelve hour shifts, yes twelve. Nobody knows this, but remember the young man I supported at twelve, well those were twelve hour shifts too. I did some overnight’s here and there. My phone was always ringing, I was meeting new families, and eventually working and supporting children in schools, nursery schools and day programs. I realized it was what I always wanted.
I soon grew this into a bigger venture. I saw a gap in services and wondered how I could fill it, that’s how ‘Running with the Kidz’ was born.

I still choose my own rules, create my own programs and get to be part of people’s lives. Now, my passion has me looking toward the future. Where will I be, will I still have this business and will this job still choose me? Only time will tell. In one way, I have a lot, in another, the time is now.
Thanks to all the families who have chosen me and continue to do so, the ones that support me in other ways and to the ones that I continue to meet, it is always my pleasure.

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Life goals

I have never really been one to make goals. I mean, I am a dreamer, I aspire to be, but I’m not good at writing things down and then striving to achieve. I like to keep it all in my head. The hardest is when others think you should complete something because it’s important to them.

I talk to kids about their goals all the time, things they like to do now, I see them doing in the future. This never depends on their disability, it is in spite of it.

I truly believe it is good to dream, make plan and have aspirations. The reason I don’t set anything in stone or write it down is because our world changes, things happen and I don’t want to let myself down. This doesn’t stop me from striving as hard, it allows me to take a break, forgive myself and enjoy the journey. Something the kids in my life have taught me so much of, ‘enjoying the journey.’

In my life time I could set out a hundred goals, achieve fifty and keep beating myself up for the other fifty that lay un-finished. I don’t like to beat myself up, so I enjoy every one slowly and one by one. If someone else swoops in before me, that doesn’t mean I can’t still achieve whatever it is for my own personal satisfaction. For example, I’m learning to drive. People always say things like “why don’t you drive” or “how can you not drive” or “it’s about time.” I want to say back, “I meet some of the most awesome people bussing” or “so your sixteen year old can drive, I can give you directions from here to there or take the subway anywhere I travel to and read a paper map.”

Someone else’s goals are not my own and vice versa. I like to work at my own pace and support you to do the same. I will keep making goals and sharing them. However, achieving them is a state of my body, mind and soul, people see that.

In other words, take lessons from your kids. Make goals that you can enjoy right now and later too if that’s what the case may be. Don’t worry about what you didn’t get done, “peace be the journey.”