It’s a loaded word. And we use it all the time in so many different ways… “How could I be so stupid?…then the stupid coffee maker broke…don’t say stupid honey, it’s not nice…don’t be stupid, of course I’ll help with…that stupid dog was barking all night…please don’t say stupid sweetie, it hurts feelings…” I’ve tried explaining that it’s…
Tag Archive: Sometimes I’m Serious
And Then I Started Watching The Walking Dead
It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything here… I was busy with family in town over Christmas, and assumed that I’d be back to wish you a Happy New Year on January 1. Or at least by January 7. What’s that? February is right around the corner? I noticed that too. And for the life of me, I don’t know…
Living the Dream
While I was pregnant with my first child—my special needs child, Oliver—I had this little thing I would do every night before going to sleep. It wasn’t exactly a prayer, or even some intentional form of magical thinking…but I would reflect on everything that I wanted for my baby. It was more of a list…
Hope Hurts
A while ago, a friend of mine wrote about how mothers of autistic children cry all the time. She explained that the tears of happiness are just as plentiful as those of sadness. And to be honest, I had never really thought about it before. After considering this idea, I decided that I almost never…
Segue into…
I hate abrupt changes of subject. Not so much the change in topic…maybe just the tone. Don’t get me wrong – I’m all about the tangent. So that’s fine. But one minute crying about serious matters - the next minute laughing about inconsequentials? It just doesn’t feel right to me. So before I get back to my typical…
For Anna (From "Me – Kate Hood")
It’s time for me to write something too. Oh – I wrote about “loss” last week…and I wrote about “support” a few days ago… But I haven’t really written anything to my friend. And that’s mainly because I don’t even know where to start. Or where to stop. I can’t possibly tell her everything that…
Lucky
I tend to think of myself as a very lucky person. I didn’t see things that way for a long time, but at almost 40 years old, it’s become very clear to me that I lead a rather charmed life. Things always work out. No matter how bad something may seem at the time, it…
Hell Hath No Fury…
…like a woman watching her special needs son have a nervous breakdown in his adapted aquatics swim lesson because the instructor was 18 minutes late. For a half hour class. On the first day of class. But first let me give a little background about me and fury. I rarely have any. I am one…
Because…
“Why do you always ask me my name?” Because he’s trying to communicate with you. He knows your name, but he wants to ask you a question. To have a conversation with you. “Why do you always try to talk to me like that on the bus? It doesn’t make sense.” Because he understands what…
Broken English (Alternatively Titled: Fixing Oliver)
When our children are first starting to put sentences together and use multi-syllabic words, we are gifted with hours of amusement and endless family anecdotes. My three olds make up words and butcher syntax like any other kids their age, and of course we think it’s all hilarious. Within the past hour, George asked me…
Mother to three children (four if you count my husband), keeper of a moderately sane house, admirer of beautiful interiors and fashion that becomes more and more "young" for me, textile junkie and believer in the power of wishing really, really hard. I wage a daily battle against feet on furniture, "outside voices" inside, the ever widening chasm between now and "when I used to work," wrinkles, a lack of personal time, dust and the constant arrows that having a special needs child shoots directly into one's heart. So far dust and wrinkles are winning, but only because even the best of multitaskers have their limits.