is it innate? is it just a sign? is it being a child that gives you this, ever-present-knowledge of understanding?
my 5 year old has been a challenge , at best, the last two years. she has always been gorgeous, simply beautiful, in a word. I am frightened of the teen years. I am her mother, and she is simply beuatiful. her spirit, her smile, her light, she is absolutely someone I love being associated with. she has a spirit, and life, as a 5 year old with everything I want her to be as a 30 year old. she is love, she is peace, she is incredible. she has been relentless, however. she is a power struggler, an energy hound, a die-hard of winning her way. she is everything I anticipated being a daughter. she is me. mini version. :-\ it's true, I know it. all of a sudden, she is forgiving, understanding, gentle, and "connected" to me. I love it! She and I have connected in a way that I didn't see happening anytime soon. she is delicious-even MORE than what she was before. we laugh, we don't argue, we discuss. we don't play the tug of war, we bargain. she is funny, and spirited, she is a joy to be around. she is in charge, don't get me wrong. she is all about being the lead. but now, she is more forgiving with that role. I get hugs instead of battles. I get kisses, and art work at will. she is a girl, my girl, with my heart outside my body. she is me. I know that.
the almost-7-year old, on the other hand, who has a history of happy-go-lucky, easy going, gentle, kind, keep yourself in the peaceful lane kind of attitude, has become the TERROR that I feared. the last two weeks have been all about testing me, testing the line in the sand, testing daddy, testing the kid sister, testing the ZONE. he has become the BOY !!! Ugh. what the hell happened?
truth be told, he is every bit a funny little shit. I can't help feel this way. I love his core. his being, his zest for the foundation of the soul that we know, he has taught her everything she knows. he is all about moving, and shaking, and activity. he is funny, and zippy, and just plain life to be around. I love his spirit, his laughter, his energy, his attitude, his vip and vigor to get through it all. his will to win, his idea of winning, his soul is good. he is honesty, he is gentle, he is truth. he is everything we anticipated to be a son. he is S in a nutshell. I have two of the same. he is gold. just like her. but he is testing me right now.
ding, ding ..... his turn.
my father, the gem that he is, said to me tonight, december 17, 'he'll pay his way through college for you, you watch'. ah, the amazing being, the creature that stole my heart at birth. that son, the boy that skates with skill, with grace, with every ounce of his being on the ice. it is in him.
the struggle goes away when he does that. I know he loves the game. it shows.
7 is a struggle.
what the hell will 14 be like?
Saturday, December 17, 2005
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
boundless energy
why does it have to be when the tree is struggling to stay up, when the husband is losing his patience, when the wife is irritated that the fun activity of decorating the tree is turning into keeping the tree from falling? why do 7 & 5 year olds want to explode with energy and excitement. {sigh}
oh, the joy of the decorating. it's supposed to be a family event, an event to enjoy together, laughing ang giggling. why does the damn tree need to be tied up to the wall to prevent it from falling down ... again. OIY!!!
okay, I feel better.
ahem.
the tree is trimmed. the children survived. the angel was placed. the lights are on. it is very pretty. i like it an awful lot.
and yes, the tree is tied to the freaking wall!
next year, we will get the super-pluch tree stand to prevent the fiddling around.
today was just terrific until 5:30PM. it was then that we decided to begin decorating. simultaneously, C decided it was time to expel whatever energy he did not get out of his body from the day. i wish I could bottle it, i do. K and i had a fabulous afternoon. we danced and sang to the xmas music we had on, and we giggled, and chatted. we discussed tree trimming, and caroling, and waiting for daddy and C to come home to start. it was a great plan. we really enjoyed our day.
{sigh}
the holidays ...... scuttle, and bustle. laugh, and cry. embrace, and run.
enjoy!
oh, the joy of the decorating. it's supposed to be a family event, an event to enjoy together, laughing ang giggling. why does the damn tree need to be tied up to the wall to prevent it from falling down ... again. OIY!!!
okay, I feel better.
ahem.
the tree is trimmed. the children survived. the angel was placed. the lights are on. it is very pretty. i like it an awful lot.
and yes, the tree is tied to the freaking wall!
next year, we will get the super-pluch tree stand to prevent the fiddling around.
today was just terrific until 5:30PM. it was then that we decided to begin decorating. simultaneously, C decided it was time to expel whatever energy he did not get out of his body from the day. i wish I could bottle it, i do. K and i had a fabulous afternoon. we danced and sang to the xmas music we had on, and we giggled, and chatted. we discussed tree trimming, and caroling, and waiting for daddy and C to come home to start. it was a great plan. we really enjoyed our day.
{sigh}
the holidays ...... scuttle, and bustle. laugh, and cry. embrace, and run.
enjoy!
Monday, December 12, 2005
He can sleep now
December 11, 2005 C fulfilled another dream he had ... he helped his pal, M, score his first goal ever! It was, in a word, magnificent!
The pass was perfect, it was a backhand pass to M, who took it an shot it hard into the net- right passed the goalie. Right through to the back of the net. Arms raised, fists pumped, parents jumping, coaches thanking the heavens!
M scored!! And C helped!!
He told Coach J he'd do that .. he said "all I want to do is help M score his first goal". He stayed up past 11:30 PM one night at the tournament thinking and shifting in his bed about exactly how he'd do just that.
Coach J enlisted C into his heart that night, forever.
You see, M is Coach's son. C is M's line mate, and already a good friend.
If Coach J has his way, M & C & M will be together on a line for 6, maybe 8 years. Making them unstoppable.
Making them, in a word, magnificent.
This thing they call hockey .... magnificent.
The pass was perfect, it was a backhand pass to M, who took it an shot it hard into the net- right passed the goalie. Right through to the back of the net. Arms raised, fists pumped, parents jumping, coaches thanking the heavens!
M scored!! And C helped!!
He told Coach J he'd do that .. he said "all I want to do is help M score his first goal". He stayed up past 11:30 PM one night at the tournament thinking and shifting in his bed about exactly how he'd do just that.
Coach J enlisted C into his heart that night, forever.
You see, M is Coach's son. C is M's line mate, and already a good friend.
If Coach J has his way, M & C & M will be together on a line for 6, maybe 8 years. Making them unstoppable.
Making them, in a word, magnificent.
This thing they call hockey .... magnificent.
the rush ... the bustle ... the fun!
Game on! 'Tis the season for the moving and the shaking. I have loved this time of year forever, but not recently ... the last 5 have been so different though, and I vowed that I would get back to the "love" of it. Small kiddos and the holidays are stressful, and packed. I have always been sick this time of year with the worst cold evah! Then there's the pressure : Get this one a gift, find the right size for that one, keep this a surprise, help with this, gather for that ... it seemed like I was in a million pieces, never to find the foundation again. Not this year, though. It's different. I am different. They are different. This year I am enjoying the peace, the room, the magic of the season. It feels so good. So right. I am finding the time to look into their eyes, and wrap their sunshine in my arms. I love it. They are little, and it will only be a short moment of time that they are. I want to relish in that "little". I want to see it all through their eyes.
The kids and I have been talking an awful lot about the meaning of the Holidays, Santa included, but not the focus of the discussion. Religion aside, although we have discussed, they seem to grasp the concept of a few special gifts - not a load of "stuff". They chose a few things they *really* want and have stuck to that list. I like that. S and I are also looking at paring down .... special things, small things. But give you.
They are giving to me everyday. For some reason, I feel it more now than ever. They are excited, and anticipatory, and electric with possibilities. It's neat. And , it's different than before.
I love this time of year .... I just had to take some time off from it recently. :-)
The kids and I have been talking an awful lot about the meaning of the Holidays, Santa included, but not the focus of the discussion. Religion aside, although we have discussed, they seem to grasp the concept of a few special gifts - not a load of "stuff". They chose a few things they *really* want and have stuck to that list. I like that. S and I are also looking at paring down .... special things, small things. But give you.
They are giving to me everyday. For some reason, I feel it more now than ever. They are excited, and anticipatory, and electric with possibilities. It's neat. And , it's different than before.
I love this time of year .... I just had to take some time off from it recently. :-)
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
December 3, 2005
Forever in history as the first day C scored a goal. :o) Then, there were three more that weekend at this tournament. And three assists to add to that tally. Amazing.
What a rush, what a great time, what a wonderful feeling to see our squirt so happy, so excited to have *finally* done what he has been working for for nealry 5 years.
Oh, there have been other goals. During scrimmages, and during practices, and 3 on 3's, one on one's and then that goal over the past summer .... that was called back! But this, this was extra sweet, because he contributed to the overall WIN they had at the tournament too! They won the entire gig!
What a terrific weekend away, and to be able to bond and get to know so many wonderful parents too .... this is truly what childhood sports is all about. I am so grateful that we can give the kids these experiences .... and also be such a big part of those experiences. I am on cloud 9 right along with him, and with S and K. This is a moment to revel in ... a moment to remember.
and best of all, K is starting too ..... her first meet will be in January! What a WOW!!!! More memories to pack away with us all.
Ah, the joys of loving, the joys of raising kids, the joys of living!
{sigh}
What a rush, what a great time, what a wonderful feeling to see our squirt so happy, so excited to have *finally* done what he has been working for for nealry 5 years.
Oh, there have been other goals. During scrimmages, and during practices, and 3 on 3's, one on one's and then that goal over the past summer .... that was called back! But this, this was extra sweet, because he contributed to the overall WIN they had at the tournament too! They won the entire gig!
What a terrific weekend away, and to be able to bond and get to know so many wonderful parents too .... this is truly what childhood sports is all about. I am so grateful that we can give the kids these experiences .... and also be such a big part of those experiences. I am on cloud 9 right along with him, and with S and K. This is a moment to revel in ... a moment to remember.
and best of all, K is starting too ..... her first meet will be in January! What a WOW!!!! More memories to pack away with us all.
Ah, the joys of loving, the joys of raising kids, the joys of living!
{sigh}
Thursday, December 01, 2005
the speed of light
that's how fast it changes .... "it" being my life.
One moment I am enjoying coffee with my neighbor in her house, relaxing, and chatting ... the next, BAM! School bus is emptying, children filing off, hitting the ground RUNNING to go - somewhere - in the neighborhood to burn off the steam they have been trapping all day long in school. He bounds in to the neighbor's house, and asks about homework, then "can we stay, can we play? C'mon guys, let's do this, let's do that ... let's ......"
They play, they run, they argue, they compete, they challenge one another, they laugh, they burn off the steam .... oh, how they burn off the steam!
With the weather here, it's up and down, and cold then warm. Can they play outside - heck yes, bundle up. Now, take off the coats, too hot ..... but keep playing! The challenge is to find that balance of burning the steam, versus hyperactivity. The boys in the neighborhood far outnumber the girls ..... the energy is electric.
Especially after school.
BAM! They are lightning speed in and out, all over, up and down ... go, go, go!
Hugh ..... I'm tired watching.
The girls. They giggle, and they play, and they care for the babies, and the dolls, and the kitties, and the doggies. The energy is warm and gentle ... and peaceful. It's speedy, but at a speed within the city limits. It's fun, and silly, and sometimes loud, but always a pace that seems ...well, a pace that we can all keep up with.
So different. They breathe with the rhythm of each other. They love the way the other moves. But it *has* to be their own beat. The beat to the music in their head.
Individual. Trend setter. A whole person. Each one has their own tick tock inside.
Playful, mindful, spiritful, and energyful. Loving, nurturing, competitive, friendly, and fun.
And I love every.single.drop.
:o)
One moment I am enjoying coffee with my neighbor in her house, relaxing, and chatting ... the next, BAM! School bus is emptying, children filing off, hitting the ground RUNNING to go - somewhere - in the neighborhood to burn off the steam they have been trapping all day long in school. He bounds in to the neighbor's house, and asks about homework, then "can we stay, can we play? C'mon guys, let's do this, let's do that ... let's ......"
They play, they run, they argue, they compete, they challenge one another, they laugh, they burn off the steam .... oh, how they burn off the steam!
With the weather here, it's up and down, and cold then warm. Can they play outside - heck yes, bundle up. Now, take off the coats, too hot ..... but keep playing! The challenge is to find that balance of burning the steam, versus hyperactivity. The boys in the neighborhood far outnumber the girls ..... the energy is electric.
Especially after school.
BAM! They are lightning speed in and out, all over, up and down ... go, go, go!
Hugh ..... I'm tired watching.
The girls. They giggle, and they play, and they care for the babies, and the dolls, and the kitties, and the doggies. The energy is warm and gentle ... and peaceful. It's speedy, but at a speed within the city limits. It's fun, and silly, and sometimes loud, but always a pace that seems ...well, a pace that we can all keep up with.
So different. They breathe with the rhythm of each other. They love the way the other moves. But it *has* to be their own beat. The beat to the music in their head.
Individual. Trend setter. A whole person. Each one has their own tick tock inside.
Playful, mindful, spiritful, and energyful. Loving, nurturing, competitive, friendly, and fun.
And I love every.single.drop.
:o)
Sunday, November 27, 2005
learn from life
every day, I learn. I learn from work related endeavors, from personal endeavors, and from my kids.
today I learned that life is just a minute of time - a spot to be here, a breath to take. C had a tournament, a hockey tournament, and the team did great overall. They played with spirit, with excitement, and with energy. He is learning with every donning of his skates. He loves this sport. "mommy, the games are too short ... I wish I could stay out there for three hours." Learning that sports are a game of love.
Hi coach and family are wonderful. C has learned more from them this year, 8 weeks into it, than he has in almost 5 years. They are a family that we want to be around for many years to come. A family that we want our kids to be around for many, many years. Good people. People to learn from.
Neat times, neat people, and neat sports. Life is all about learning.
Learning to live.
I like this stuff.
today I learned that life is just a minute of time - a spot to be here, a breath to take. C had a tournament, a hockey tournament, and the team did great overall. They played with spirit, with excitement, and with energy. He is learning with every donning of his skates. He loves this sport. "mommy, the games are too short ... I wish I could stay out there for three hours." Learning that sports are a game of love.
Hi coach and family are wonderful. C has learned more from them this year, 8 weeks into it, than he has in almost 5 years. They are a family that we want to be around for many years to come. A family that we want our kids to be around for many, many years. Good people. People to learn from.
Neat times, neat people, and neat sports. Life is all about learning.
Learning to live.
I like this stuff.
Thursday, November 24, 2005
giving thanks
so much to be thankful for. so much in my life is full!
We began a new tradition this year, we hosted thanksgiving dinner at our house. my first bird, my first dessert making adventure, and the first opportunity to use all of the table finery that we have! :o) and Irish linen tablecloth, beautiful place settings, and carving tools. what a nice day!
it is by far, the favorite holiday here with this gal .... good food, laughter, family games, and no pressure! no gifts, no tension, none of the usual holiday balogny. just family, eating, and good times.
the kids were terrific, and thoroughly enjoyed the cousins here - despite an early rumor that the cousins wanted nothing to do with being at "an adult" party at auntie's - heh. I've always been the cool aunt, and certainly S id the cool uncle so, we came through again!
ahhhh .... now the let down, the afterburn, the fat belly in the stretch waist pants.
good stuff.
love the holiday season .... let it ring!
We began a new tradition this year, we hosted thanksgiving dinner at our house. my first bird, my first dessert making adventure, and the first opportunity to use all of the table finery that we have! :o) and Irish linen tablecloth, beautiful place settings, and carving tools. what a nice day!
it is by far, the favorite holiday here with this gal .... good food, laughter, family games, and no pressure! no gifts, no tension, none of the usual holiday balogny. just family, eating, and good times.
the kids were terrific, and thoroughly enjoyed the cousins here - despite an early rumor that the cousins wanted nothing to do with being at "an adult" party at auntie's - heh. I've always been the cool aunt, and certainly S id the cool uncle so, we came through again!
ahhhh .... now the let down, the afterburn, the fat belly in the stretch waist pants.
good stuff.
love the holiday season .... let it ring!
Sunday, November 20, 2005
I don't like you .....
:O(
What a way to start a Sunday morning, huh? That's what I heard after a feeble attempt at buckling a belt while still sleeping at 7:08AM. I politely asked if I could fix it once I woke up, and could use my fingers better, and I got an abrubt "I don't like you".
I was so sad.
Logically, I knew this would happen. I knew these words were a possibility. Just not at 5. oiy.
I told S my feelings were so hurt, and I felt so .... betrayed. She apologized, and moved on with her day. I moped around for a good two hours. Pathetic. Why was I so affected by that?
I so don't want my kids not to like me. I want them to love me. Love me as I love them. Unconditionally. Regardless if they buckle a belt. at 7:00 in the morning. On a Sunday.
Where *is* that instruction book for the kids, anyway? I swear I had it once in a dream I had ..... it's GOT to be around here somewhere .....
In glorious 5 year old fashion, I spent a delicious evening with her at dinner and after, we were just hugging and talking, and spelling things and sounding things out. And the disaster of a morning was a distant memory.
Life with reds .... it's got it's ups and it's downs ..... good thing the ups outweigh the downs !
What a way to start a Sunday morning, huh? That's what I heard after a feeble attempt at buckling a belt while still sleeping at 7:08AM. I politely asked if I could fix it once I woke up, and could use my fingers better, and I got an abrubt "I don't like you".
I was so sad.
Logically, I knew this would happen. I knew these words were a possibility. Just not at 5. oiy.
I told S my feelings were so hurt, and I felt so .... betrayed. She apologized, and moved on with her day. I moped around for a good two hours. Pathetic. Why was I so affected by that?
I so don't want my kids not to like me. I want them to love me. Love me as I love them. Unconditionally. Regardless if they buckle a belt. at 7:00 in the morning. On a Sunday.
Where *is* that instruction book for the kids, anyway? I swear I had it once in a dream I had ..... it's GOT to be around here somewhere .....
In glorious 5 year old fashion, I spent a delicious evening with her at dinner and after, we were just hugging and talking, and spelling things and sounding things out. And the disaster of a morning was a distant memory.
Life with reds .... it's got it's ups and it's downs ..... good thing the ups outweigh the downs !
Thursday, November 17, 2005
it all happens ....
some days are good, some days are bad, other days are somewhere in the middle.
Today was a middle day. Struggled a bit with schedule. Scurried a bit with work. Found time to enjoy a nice lunch with the little gal, and then some shopping.
It was the late afternoon that just.felt.funky. Not bad, just in-the-middle.
Determined, energetic, and controlling little creatures they can be. It's *exactly* what I have been raising them to be. Independent. Secure. Confident. Oiy. Why do they test that on me? {sigh}
But the reality it, in the big picture .... it was a day with two squirts working through the day-to-day life of being little-looking to be big SOON. Moms just get it all. And that is delicious. Just a bit in the middle.
So tomorrow, I bet it will be a better day. Well, it may very well be another day of life, that is.
It's all good.
It all happens.
Today was a middle day. Struggled a bit with schedule. Scurried a bit with work. Found time to enjoy a nice lunch with the little gal, and then some shopping.
It was the late afternoon that just.felt.funky. Not bad, just in-the-middle.
Determined, energetic, and controlling little creatures they can be. It's *exactly* what I have been raising them to be. Independent. Secure. Confident. Oiy. Why do they test that on me? {sigh}
But the reality it, in the big picture .... it was a day with two squirts working through the day-to-day life of being little-looking to be big SOON. Moms just get it all. And that is delicious. Just a bit in the middle.
So tomorrow, I bet it will be a better day. Well, it may very well be another day of life, that is.
It's all good.
It all happens.
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Beauty
the faces I have to look at. the happy faces .....
they greet me in the AM, in the PM, and when they are heading to bed. my kids are beautiful. beyond words beautiful. I know that I am biased, and they are mine, but they are.
they are beautiful.
soft skin, freckles, glorious hair, pretty dancing eyes, and glistening smiles. I am so lucky.
I want to preserves the time, the gentleness of this beauty and snapshot it in my memory.
I watched K color today, and while she did, she sang. A song she made up along the way. words that made her happy. it was an uplifting and sweet moment. she didn't even know I was watching, or listening. I said nothing.... until she was done. then I said how much I loved it, and her! hugs, and kisses ..... oooooo ..... delicious!
I watched C walk towards the front door from the bus. he didn't see me until he was quite close. I took a mind-photo of his little self, sure to capture the small frame, and the short stature of "him". I fast forwarded to the days that he will be much taller, and his stride will be longer. Stay young, sweet boy .... then he came to the door, where I was and smiled with a "hi, mommy!" and a hug .... oh, delicious!
I'll save these moments.
The beautiful ones.
they greet me in the AM, in the PM, and when they are heading to bed. my kids are beautiful. beyond words beautiful. I know that I am biased, and they are mine, but they are.
they are beautiful.
soft skin, freckles, glorious hair, pretty dancing eyes, and glistening smiles. I am so lucky.
I want to preserves the time, the gentleness of this beauty and snapshot it in my memory.
I watched K color today, and while she did, she sang. A song she made up along the way. words that made her happy. it was an uplifting and sweet moment. she didn't even know I was watching, or listening. I said nothing.... until she was done. then I said how much I loved it, and her! hugs, and kisses ..... oooooo ..... delicious!
I watched C walk towards the front door from the bus. he didn't see me until he was quite close. I took a mind-photo of his little self, sure to capture the small frame, and the short stature of "him". I fast forwarded to the days that he will be much taller, and his stride will be longer. Stay young, sweet boy .... then he came to the door, where I was and smiled with a "hi, mommy!" and a hug .... oh, delicious!
I'll save these moments.
The beautiful ones.
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
he met a hero ... a real life hero
C met a hero tonight.
He has been reading a book with us entitled Up and Running, by Mark Patinkin. A true story, of a boy at 6 in 1997, who had bilateral below the knee amputations caused by bacterial meningitis. In a word, he has found him to be inspiring.
Incredibly so.
The front jacket of the book shows Andrew, the "hero" of the story, roller blading with two prosthetic legs holding a hockey stick. C literally grabbed my shirtail one day in the bookstore and said "mom! what is this book all about? we HAVE to get it .... check out that kid!" We did get it, and I have already read it and am now reading it to our squirt, along with him. I absolutely loved the book. I cried, I laughed, I mourned, I rejoiced .... it is truly a book I recommend.
He cannot get enough of this book. He states that Andrew is just so very cool because he didn't let losing his legs hold him back from anything. "He tries everything, and does everything that I do, mommy; I bet he'd be my friend if we played together. He looks like he's cool, and fun, and really good at sports too!" He wanted to know what it felt like, what his legs feel like now. If he'd get them back again? Ever? Does he miss them? Are his new legs stronger? Can I give him a hug tonight, mom? Do you think he'll like the gift I'm going to give him, mom?
I have been so moved by my kid's reaction to the book about a boy who overcame an unthinkable situation. A kid, at 6, had the world at his feet. And then, the world took his feet.
But he never skipped a beat. He got back up, and showed the world that feet are just a part of the puzzle.
C could not stop talking about this kid. We've known the launch signing was tonight for about a week, and he has been counting down the days to the meeting. How many more sleeps mom? About the chance to meet the "kid with the robot legs". About the idea of a kid playing ice hockey, and riding a bike, and rollerblading, and .. and ... he has no lower legs.
Incredible.
So, we met him. And the author. Also thoroughly moved by my kid's reaction to his book. I had emailed him and asked about any possibility of meeting he and Andrew some day to sign this cherished book C now keeps by his bed? He asked me to tell him about the kid that is reading the book with his mom & dad when we got there tonight at his signing. So we went, and I introduced C as the little guy that really digs this guy, Andrew. And we took a picture with Andrew, C beamed! And so did we. Then C gave him a puck from his room. A special puck that he had from a game he had played. He wanted Andrew to have it. From one hockey player to another .... "whaddya think mom, will he like that?" At dinner, I said to my husband how amazing it feels to be in a position to remember often how lucky we truly are. To have the chance to be thankful for the health we have.
To look at my kids and pause.
Precious gifts.
He has been reading a book with us entitled Up and Running, by Mark Patinkin. A true story, of a boy at 6 in 1997, who had bilateral below the knee amputations caused by bacterial meningitis. In a word, he has found him to be inspiring.
Incredibly so.
The front jacket of the book shows Andrew, the "hero" of the story, roller blading with two prosthetic legs holding a hockey stick. C literally grabbed my shirtail one day in the bookstore and said "mom! what is this book all about? we HAVE to get it .... check out that kid!" We did get it, and I have already read it and am now reading it to our squirt, along with him. I absolutely loved the book. I cried, I laughed, I mourned, I rejoiced .... it is truly a book I recommend.
He cannot get enough of this book. He states that Andrew is just so very cool because he didn't let losing his legs hold him back from anything. "He tries everything, and does everything that I do, mommy; I bet he'd be my friend if we played together. He looks like he's cool, and fun, and really good at sports too!" He wanted to know what it felt like, what his legs feel like now. If he'd get them back again? Ever? Does he miss them? Are his new legs stronger? Can I give him a hug tonight, mom? Do you think he'll like the gift I'm going to give him, mom?
I have been so moved by my kid's reaction to the book about a boy who overcame an unthinkable situation. A kid, at 6, had the world at his feet. And then, the world took his feet.
But he never skipped a beat. He got back up, and showed the world that feet are just a part of the puzzle.
C could not stop talking about this kid. We've known the launch signing was tonight for about a week, and he has been counting down the days to the meeting. How many more sleeps mom? About the chance to meet the "kid with the robot legs". About the idea of a kid playing ice hockey, and riding a bike, and rollerblading, and .. and ... he has no lower legs.
Incredible.
So, we met him. And the author. Also thoroughly moved by my kid's reaction to his book. I had emailed him and asked about any possibility of meeting he and Andrew some day to sign this cherished book C now keeps by his bed? He asked me to tell him about the kid that is reading the book with his mom & dad when we got there tonight at his signing. So we went, and I introduced C as the little guy that really digs this guy, Andrew. And we took a picture with Andrew, C beamed! And so did we. Then C gave him a puck from his room. A special puck that he had from a game he had played. He wanted Andrew to have it. From one hockey player to another .... "whaddya think mom, will he like that?" At dinner, I said to my husband how amazing it feels to be in a position to remember often how lucky we truly are. To have the chance to be thankful for the health we have.
To look at my kids and pause.
Precious gifts.
Monday, November 14, 2005
unreal .... I've entered blogdom. :o)
well, I've taken the leap. I'd like to join the billions of bloggers and somehow get my day to day life, my journey through that life, on paper. My story goes like this: I am a mom. A wife. A woman. A cheerleader. A boo-boo healer. A monster scarer. A friend. A daughter. A sister. A person ...... not necessarily in that order. On any given day, truthfully. I want to scribe the life that I am leading. A treasure, a journey.
I have two phenominal kids. An amazing, loving, terrific husband. An outrageous, and wonderful family. A crew of lovely, and cherished friends. Two neat, yet crazy dogs. A rich life, for sure. I want to share them. On paper. wow. A task. It will be big. :o)
I have two phenominal kids. An amazing, loving, terrific husband. An outrageous, and wonderful family. A crew of lovely, and cherished friends. Two neat, yet crazy dogs. A rich life, for sure. I want to share them. On paper. wow. A task. It will be big. :o)
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