Joan, Our Gold Medals come/came in the occasional smile we see on our LO's face. Or their touch when they reach out to us. My personal Gold Medal came five days before dh's death. He hadn't spoken anything in months and I walked into the room and he looked at me and said "I love you more". That was my Gold Medal and I'll keep it forever. Caring for our LOs is a lot of work but like the olympics, it's worth all the hard work to get those medals.
This blog brought tears to my eyes.When I was younger I was very athletic, but let it slip as I got older. This reminds me that we exercise each day...we exercise judgment, compassion, empathy, love and patience.
Wonder if the doc will take that list when he asks if I exercise?