Today I woke up very happy; last day at Peto. Hurray! I was tired and ready to go back home. three days ago one of my favorite mums in the group had approached me that she wanted to leave the next day because her kids at home were really missing her. I asked her if she had paid for her tickets to which she said yes. I told her if she changed the dates she would be required to add some money. Then I encouraged her to be patient; three or two more days and it would be over. It’s not like we were not glad to be there but I guess there is nowhere like home, especially if you left loved ones behind.

We were the last people to enter the group this morning, we were late. Peace and I wished the therapy would close early. Alas! It didn’t, the dedicated conductors had one activity after another for the kids. They had them playing games; water fight, throwing dice, catching fish. Yesterday, each child with the help of an adult made popsicle and today they were given their own creations to lick.

When the program was about to come to an end, a parent who had hardly spoken two words to me during the program walked up to me and said a product she bought for her daughter just arrived yesterday but it didn’t fit so if I wanted to, I could have it. I didn’t quite understand what she was saying then she brought the item, it was an upsee. Upsee was created by Debby Elnatan, an Israeli mother of a child with cerebral palsy. It is a harness that lets parents help their disabled children stand or walk. Wow! I had admired this product from afar but we knew it wasn’t on our priority list for Nimmy so we weren’t going to buy it and here was someone offering me on a platter of gold. I turned to her and asked so I could be sure, do you want to sell it or are you giving it to me? She said she was giving it to me free as it was of no use to her daughter since it wasn’t her size. I thanked her and accepted the item. I didn’t even try checking if it will fit Nimmy; it has to fit her, otherwise I would give it to a professional to amend it.

It was time to say goodbyes. To the friends we had made within the past one month, we said our good byes but I couldn’t leave immediately. I had been trying to see a certain woman. She was in the older group. Last Wednesday, we missed each other by a few minutes. We later agreed to meet today after Nimmy’s session. I had heard a great deal about her. She is fifty-four years and she is living with severe cerebral palsy, yet she has achieved what most people without a chronic medical condition cannot dream of attaining, for example nothing would make me do some of the high-risk sports she does.

She lives alone in London. She has a job; She is a masters degree holder. She is a karate black belter and she does sky diving. Wow! Well, I will do a full interview of Angela later on my website: www.diaryofaspecialneedsmum.org

I finally met her and we spoke a little bit and we promised to keep in touch. I think the things she said to me gave me hope and strength; I couldn’t ask for a better way to finish Nimmy’s therapy programme.

On our way home, we went straight to a shopping mall, it’s called last minute shopping. We got some things at the mall and I took my crew home. I dropped them off in the hotel and went out again. I had to take the train to another mall. I wanted to get some toys for Nimmy’s home therapy.

By the time I got back home, I realized that I still needed to get pashmina shawls at the souvenir market the next day but the forints I had in my purse would no longer be enough.

Tomorrow I will decide, tonight I rest my head.

30 days in HungaryDay 29 (11.08.17) Friday Today I woke up very happy; last day at Peto. Hurray! I was tired and ready to go back home. three days ago one of my favorite mums in the group had approached me that she wanted to leave the next day because her kids at home were really missing her. I asked her if she had paid for her tickets to which she said yes. I told her if she changed the dates she would be required to add some money. Then I encouraged her to be patient; three or two more days and it would be over. It’s not like we were not glad to be there but I guess there is nowhere like home, especially if you left loved ones behind.We were the last people to enter the group this morning, we were late. Peace and I wished the therapy would close early. Alas! It didn’t, the dedicated conductors had one activity after another for the kids. They had them playing games; water fight, throwing dice, catching fish. Yesterday, each child with the help of an adult made popsicle and today they were given their own creations to lick.When the program was about to come to an end, a parent who had hardly spoken two words to me during the program walked up to me and said a product she bought for her daughter just arrived yesterday but it didn’t fit so if I wanted to, I could have it. I didn’t quite understand what she was saying then she brought the item, it was an upsee. Upsee was created by Debby Elnatan, an Israeli mother of a child with cerebral palsy. It is a harness that lets parents help their disabled children stand or walk. Wow! I had admired this product from afar but we knew it wasn’t on our priority list for Nimmy so we weren’t going to buy it and here was someone offering me on a platter of gold. I turned to her and asked so I could be sure, do you want to sell it or are you giving it to me? She said she was giving it to me free as it was of no use to her daughter since it wasn’t her size. I thanked her and accepted the item. I didn’t even try checking if it will fit Nimmy; it has to fit her, otherwise I would give it to a professional to amend it.It was time to say goodbyes. To the friends we had made within the past one month, we said our good byes but I couldn’t leave immediately. I had been trying to see a certain woman. She was in the older group. Last Wednesday, we missed each other by a few minutes. We later agreed to meet today after Nimmy’s session. I had heard a great deal about her. She is fifty-four years and she is living with severe cerebral palsy, yet she has achieved what most people without a chronic medical condition cannot dream of attaining, for example nothing would make me do some of the high-risk sports she does.She lives alone in London. She has a job; She is a masters degree holder. She is a karate black belter and she does sky diving. Wow! Well, I will do a full interview of Angela later on my website: www.diaryofaspecialneedsmum.orgI finally met her and we spoke a little bit and we promised to keep in touch. I think the things she said to me gave me hope and strength; I couldn’t ask for a better way to finish Nimmy’s therapy programme.On our way home, we went straight to a shopping mall, it’s called last minute shopping. We got some things at the mall and I took my crew home. I dropped them off in the hotel and went out again. I had to take the train to another mall. I wanted to get some toys for Nimmy’s home therapy.By the time I got back home, I realized that I still needed to get pashmina shawls at the souvenir market the next day but the forints I had in my purse would no longer be enough.Tomorrow I will decide, tonight I rest my head.

Posted by Diary of a Special Needs Mum Initiative on Sunday, August 20, 2017

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