I am over due for a Lily update. Now that she is nine (or as she would insist 9 and 3/4), I have told her she can decide what I do and do not share here. I want to keep those who love her informed and just maybe offer hope for other parents in our boat. However, I don't want to violate her privacy. Yes, we have a plan to help her with her ADHD and anxiety. No, she doesn't want me to tell you what it is.
She is doing well. We had some small victories this week which made my heart soar! The first one being: she read a book, with chapters, without pictures, voluntarily! The second being: I finally seem to have found a way to get her to sleep on her own and mostly stay asleep (it involves the hall light on and reading a chapter of Little House in the Big Woods and snuggling with the dog). It is still hard for her to stay down all night, every night. Much like both of her parents (it is 4:38 am as I write this) she seems to suffer from hypo-insomnia. Of course these are not typical things to be excited about when you have a child her age, unless she is Lily. I have shared with those who love her and are invested in her progress.
She has been particularly saucy and surly this week. It seems to be stemming from stress and frustration at school. It sounds like she is spending a great deal of time on the computer doing state test prep. My feeling is: how can she fill in the gaps she has just by taking practice tests? She needs direct instruction and remediation. She also needs to be engaged with hands on and creative learning activities. I had an upsetting conversation with her teacher last night. Her teacher feels a great deal of pressure to get her students to pass the state tests. I could care less about the state tests, as long as my girls are learning. Rob, as usual, has been awesome. We are going to meet with her teacher and come up with the best way for Lily to learn. We will do whatever it takes. We will be polite, but assertive. She has two years left in elementary school. This is her last chance to remediate the skills we didn't know she'd missed until last year. There is not a moment to waste.
This all sound like it went down so calmly. No, there were lots of tears on my part after I hung up with the teacher. Three thoughts charged through my mind: the teacher feels my child is a burden, is there any place for her in the public school system, and I really wish I could talk to my mom about this. I talked to Rob and he helped. I love this stage of marriage. We are problem solving partners! Maybe we need super hero capes. I also talked with my close friends at work. I have processed enough now to go on to the next step without being overly emotional.
I realize how difficult things can be for Lily. I am also fully aware of how she makes them even more difficult through her actions and reactions. I am not making excuses. There is an entire team of people working to support her and give her the strategies to succeed. Her success will look different than what we first envisioned. We have to just wait and see. I do know that she will find a path and Rob and I will be there cheering her on as she sets off down it (knowing Lily it could be climbing over, around, and on top of that path).
Saturday, October 25, 2014
Two Hearts (or more) Beat As One
I have spent countless nights lying awake praying for the life of fish. When you become a mother, your child's heart becomes your own. You will try to move the universe and make bargains with various deities all to make sure that heart is safe and secure and never broken. Despite this great effort of love and strength and stubbornness: pets die, boyfriends break hearts, beloved family members pass away, tests stress, school confuses, friends fight. All you can do is listen and be there and hug and provide comfort. Also, you can continue to pray that the fifth damn pet fish that has entered this house continues to survive.
Thursday, September 18, 2014
Sunshine in My Pocket
I have a nasty head cold, there are no clean spoons in the house, there are multiple baskets of laundry, and everyone in this joint is stressed and slightly grouchy. This must mean? Yup, we are back in school. I never did get around to posting about our summer because I was too busy living it (how's that for a novel concept). I feel like I need to post now, so I can remember the peace and relaxation. Maybe, just maybe, I can take those good feelings and slip them in my pocket to pull out when one of the many children in my care is flipping out. I can remind myself and them that this is just a fleeting moment. Good things will come again. Without further adieu, here is our summer summary (say that five times fast) in no specific order.
Caroline went to Great Britain. She had a wonderful time, took amazing pictures, and brought back wonderful stories and gifts. Lily and I spent that time swimming, going to the library, and hanging out with friends.
We flew to Rhode Island to visit my step-mother. We got to see her new house and played tourist with her. We toured The Breakers and The Green Animals. The Green Animals was the summer home of a wealthy family from the turn of the century. The entire garden was full of animal topiaries. I had such a blast taking pictures! I forgot how much I love photography. We played mini golf in the pouring rain and laughed our heads off. We had a kayaking adventure paddling against the tide. We went to the beach and enjoyed such mild weather. The beaches were gorgeous. I love Northern beaches. We took a night time trip to see Saturn through a telescope. We went thrift shopping and got ice cream. We went out for a seafood dinner. We played Bocce ball in the backyard. It was wonderful to see my step-mother so happy. It was truly the most relaxing and amazing trip.
Lily read 20 books, and she got her ears pierced for meeting her summer reading goal. I read 16 books and renewed my love of reading! We watched a lot of movies and America's Got Talent. I also watched my fair share of HGTV.
Lily and Rob took a trip to visit his parents in South Carolina to visit his parents. She had an awesome time.
Rob's mom came to visit. We went to the zoo. We also went to see Guardians of the Galaxy. That was a ton of fun. We took our annual trip to the used book store.
Everyone got to see the movies they had been waiting for this summer: Maleficent, Earth to Echo, X-Men Days of Future Past and Guardians of the Galaxy.
We went to the pool and swam a bunch. Lily took swim lessons and passed to the next level.
Most importantly, we relaxed and just were. I was hoping that we could store all of that peace and draw from it during the school year. We barely made it through a week.
Caroline went to Great Britain. She had a wonderful time, took amazing pictures, and brought back wonderful stories and gifts. Lily and I spent that time swimming, going to the library, and hanging out with friends.
We flew to Rhode Island to visit my step-mother. We got to see her new house and played tourist with her. We toured The Breakers and The Green Animals. The Green Animals was the summer home of a wealthy family from the turn of the century. The entire garden was full of animal topiaries. I had such a blast taking pictures! I forgot how much I love photography. We played mini golf in the pouring rain and laughed our heads off. We had a kayaking adventure paddling against the tide. We went to the beach and enjoyed such mild weather. The beaches were gorgeous. I love Northern beaches. We took a night time trip to see Saturn through a telescope. We went thrift shopping and got ice cream. We went out for a seafood dinner. We played Bocce ball in the backyard. It was wonderful to see my step-mother so happy. It was truly the most relaxing and amazing trip.
Lily read 20 books, and she got her ears pierced for meeting her summer reading goal. I read 16 books and renewed my love of reading! We watched a lot of movies and America's Got Talent. I also watched my fair share of HGTV.
Lily and Rob took a trip to visit his parents in South Carolina to visit his parents. She had an awesome time.
Rob's mom came to visit. We went to the zoo. We also went to see Guardians of the Galaxy. That was a ton of fun. We took our annual trip to the used book store.
Everyone got to see the movies they had been waiting for this summer: Maleficent, Earth to Echo, X-Men Days of Future Past and Guardians of the Galaxy.
We went to the pool and swam a bunch. Lily took swim lessons and passed to the next level.
Most importantly, we relaxed and just were. I was hoping that we could store all of that peace and draw from it during the school year. We barely made it through a week.
Monday, September 1, 2014
This is Why I Don't Wear White
After one of the mildest summers on record, Summer has decided to show herself. On Labor Day weekend. Right as the pools are closing and the schools are opening. This also means evening thunder storms.
Yesterday was a normal "August type" day. However, I have grown used to the cool and thought I was going to melt with temps in the humid 90's. I decided to wear one of my mom's flowy, breezy, hippy-dippy sundresses. I felt daring (and hot as all heck), so I chose the gauzy white one. I paired it with big earrings, and felt very bohemian and super comfy. I got through an entire day without spilling a thing on it. That evening the skies grew dark and thunder started rolling. Rob and Caroline went out to get ice cream while Lily and I hung out at home. I took the dog out for one last time before we settled in for a movie.
Our backyard has no lights, so I take her out in the front at night. Buffy does not like wet grass one bit. Lightening cracked, thunder boomed, Buffy tugged, and off slipped her collar. I tried to tackle her in the driveway, but all I managed to do was scrape my leg and knuckle. I ran in the house, called Rob, and dashed back out to hop in the car with Lily.
By this time it had started to rain. Picture me standing at the end of a court, in the pouring rain, wearing a white dress, yelling "Buffy, baby, come back!!!" It was like a twisted 80's music video. I chased her from house to house. She was in such a panic. All she wanted was to get into a house. One of my neighbors came out of his house to see why a crazy woman was standing on his lawn yelling in the rain. I explained and he got into his car, pulled it into his driveway, and sat there for the rest of the show.
I finally cornered her on a porch. I scooped her up and carried her across the court. I passed her to Lily and then noticed that my hand was bleeding. GD dog! I stumbled into the house, white dress plastered to me, hair dripping, and hand bleeding. I told Rob that I'd lost my knuckle. He quipped
"You'll find it in the driveway in the morning." (of course Lily woke up this morning and wanted to go look for my knuckle)
I smelled like wet dog, rain water, and blood. But all I could think about was the fact that I really thought I'd lost my dog. What kind of stupid dog runs away in the middle of a storm without id? The sort of dog who belongs to an owner who hasn't managed to trained her to come when called, that's who.
Oh well, I'd rather lose skin than my dog.
Yesterday was a normal "August type" day. However, I have grown used to the cool and thought I was going to melt with temps in the humid 90's. I decided to wear one of my mom's flowy, breezy, hippy-dippy sundresses. I felt daring (and hot as all heck), so I chose the gauzy white one. I paired it with big earrings, and felt very bohemian and super comfy. I got through an entire day without spilling a thing on it. That evening the skies grew dark and thunder started rolling. Rob and Caroline went out to get ice cream while Lily and I hung out at home. I took the dog out for one last time before we settled in for a movie.
Our backyard has no lights, so I take her out in the front at night. Buffy does not like wet grass one bit. Lightening cracked, thunder boomed, Buffy tugged, and off slipped her collar. I tried to tackle her in the driveway, but all I managed to do was scrape my leg and knuckle. I ran in the house, called Rob, and dashed back out to hop in the car with Lily.
By this time it had started to rain. Picture me standing at the end of a court, in the pouring rain, wearing a white dress, yelling "Buffy, baby, come back!!!" It was like a twisted 80's music video. I chased her from house to house. She was in such a panic. All she wanted was to get into a house. One of my neighbors came out of his house to see why a crazy woman was standing on his lawn yelling in the rain. I explained and he got into his car, pulled it into his driveway, and sat there for the rest of the show.
I finally cornered her on a porch. I scooped her up and carried her across the court. I passed her to Lily and then noticed that my hand was bleeding. GD dog! I stumbled into the house, white dress plastered to me, hair dripping, and hand bleeding. I told Rob that I'd lost my knuckle. He quipped
"You'll find it in the driveway in the morning." (of course Lily woke up this morning and wanted to go look for my knuckle)
I smelled like wet dog, rain water, and blood. But all I could think about was the fact that I really thought I'd lost my dog. What kind of stupid dog runs away in the middle of a storm without id? The sort of dog who belongs to an owner who hasn't managed to trained her to come when called, that's who.
Oh well, I'd rather lose skin than my dog.
Sunday, August 31, 2014
Least You Think This Blog Has Become Depressing...
We interrupt the self reflection and over-analysis of this blog to remind you that basically this joint is running with it's normal insanity. What it mean is nothing has changed around here. Not at all. Not one bit.
A couple of weeks ago it was our 25th high school reunion. When we first got the date I was super excited. I still had the cute dress that I was going to wear to my brother in law's wedding, but forgot at home. The Great American Road Trip Sadly, the wedding was two years ago. That means it's been two years since I had the chance to wear something dressy. I started out the summer planning to do the plank pose every day, so I would have killer arms in my cute dress. Then the venue changed from fancy hotel to local bar. My outfit changed to favorite jeans and tank. The plank pose plan flew out the window. The most exercise my arms got this summer was lifting a book!
I had a feeling that most of my friends wouldn't be able to come, but was still so excited about the idea of hanging out with grown ups and being away from the girls for one night. It has been 3 1/2 years since we spent the night away from them. That morning I went to yoga class and came home planning to spend the rest of the day pampering myself and relaxing before we left for the hotel. Big mistake!
After my shower, I looked in the mirror and saw a giant red pimple right in the middle of my forehead! All I could think was
"At least when people tell me that I look just like I did in high school, I'll believe them."
Caroline saw it and softly said
"It's pretty bad. Don't try covering it with makeup, it will just make it worse."
Awesome, pimple care advice from my kid. As I was standing in the our room wrapped in a towel, Rob came in with his new medicine. It was an injectable pen, but his "arms weren't long enough" to allow him to read the instructions. My glasses were still a little fogged up, but I tried to read it anyway. Finally, he went downstairs to look them up on the computer. I quickly escaped to the bathroom, planning on painting my toe nails and slathering myself with my fancy scented lotion. Suddenly I heard "Maamaa!? Maammaa!?" Knowing that I was being summoned for what surely was a silly reason, I sat perfectly still and hid. I swear two minutes later the dog started barking from outside. I knew there were at least two people down stairs who could let her in, so I continued with my pampering. The dog continued with her barking. I shouted downstairs to "please let the dog in." No answer, just more barking.
I threw on a sundress over my sweating lotiony self and went stomping down stairs muttering about "the dog pissing off our grouchy neighbor and why the hell can't anyone ever let her in." I passed Rob who was wandering from the computer to the fridge. Apparently he was watching the tutorial, looking in the box (stored in the fridge) for the missing part, then going back to watch the tutorial, returning to the fridge and so on.
After I let the dog in, I decided to eat lunch. As I was sitting down eating, I kept hearing the excited whispering of the girls and the screen door opening and shutting. I looked up and saw them carrying one cup of water after another out the door. I asked
"What the heck are you two doing?"
Caroline had been challenged to do the ice bucket challenge and Lily decided to do it too. Cristhian came over to help, and Rob and I watched all of them get ice water dumped on them. The videos ended up being some of the funniest I've seen. Cristhian dumped the water before Caroline was ready. Lily was taping it and fell on the ground laughing hysterically. Once it was Lily's turn, she ran away before she got too wet. They ended with all three of them getting ice water dumped on them.
The reunion was fun. Like I predicted very few of our close friends came, but we still had a good time (the benefit of marrying your best friend). Truth be told, though, I think I had the most fun getting ready for it.
A couple of weeks ago it was our 25th high school reunion. When we first got the date I was super excited. I still had the cute dress that I was going to wear to my brother in law's wedding, but forgot at home. The Great American Road Trip Sadly, the wedding was two years ago. That means it's been two years since I had the chance to wear something dressy. I started out the summer planning to do the plank pose every day, so I would have killer arms in my cute dress. Then the venue changed from fancy hotel to local bar. My outfit changed to favorite jeans and tank. The plank pose plan flew out the window. The most exercise my arms got this summer was lifting a book!
I had a feeling that most of my friends wouldn't be able to come, but was still so excited about the idea of hanging out with grown ups and being away from the girls for one night. It has been 3 1/2 years since we spent the night away from them. That morning I went to yoga class and came home planning to spend the rest of the day pampering myself and relaxing before we left for the hotel. Big mistake!
After my shower, I looked in the mirror and saw a giant red pimple right in the middle of my forehead! All I could think was
"At least when people tell me that I look just like I did in high school, I'll believe them."
Caroline saw it and softly said
"It's pretty bad. Don't try covering it with makeup, it will just make it worse."
Awesome, pimple care advice from my kid. As I was standing in the our room wrapped in a towel, Rob came in with his new medicine. It was an injectable pen, but his "arms weren't long enough" to allow him to read the instructions. My glasses were still a little fogged up, but I tried to read it anyway. Finally, he went downstairs to look them up on the computer. I quickly escaped to the bathroom, planning on painting my toe nails and slathering myself with my fancy scented lotion. Suddenly I heard "Maamaa!? Maammaa!?" Knowing that I was being summoned for what surely was a silly reason, I sat perfectly still and hid. I swear two minutes later the dog started barking from outside. I knew there were at least two people down stairs who could let her in, so I continued with my pampering. The dog continued with her barking. I shouted downstairs to "please let the dog in." No answer, just more barking.
I threw on a sundress over my sweating lotiony self and went stomping down stairs muttering about "the dog pissing off our grouchy neighbor and why the hell can't anyone ever let her in." I passed Rob who was wandering from the computer to the fridge. Apparently he was watching the tutorial, looking in the box (stored in the fridge) for the missing part, then going back to watch the tutorial, returning to the fridge and so on.
After I let the dog in, I decided to eat lunch. As I was sitting down eating, I kept hearing the excited whispering of the girls and the screen door opening and shutting. I looked up and saw them carrying one cup of water after another out the door. I asked
"What the heck are you two doing?"
Caroline had been challenged to do the ice bucket challenge and Lily decided to do it too. Cristhian came over to help, and Rob and I watched all of them get ice water dumped on them. The videos ended up being some of the funniest I've seen. Cristhian dumped the water before Caroline was ready. Lily was taping it and fell on the ground laughing hysterically. Once it was Lily's turn, she ran away before she got too wet. They ended with all three of them getting ice water dumped on them.
The reunion was fun. Like I predicted very few of our close friends came, but we still had a good time (the benefit of marrying your best friend). Truth be told, though, I think I had the most fun getting ready for it.
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
No Apologies
I have a super funny post in the back of my mind. It will appear here soon, I promise. But right now I am thinking of myself and the ridiculous thoughts that I have. These are the thoughts that over ride my chance to live in the moment and just be. I have always thought that I was chubby and unattractive. Well to be truthful, I thought I was fat. I look back at pictures and am amazed at how cute I was (well, except for that awkward 14-15 phase). Lily pulled out my homecoming dress from my junior year. The waist was so tiny, she couldn't even fasten it around her own. Caroline commented "God Mom, you were skinny." Then I explained that at the time, I thought I was fat. I wore that cool vintage dress (before vintage was a thing), but couldn't get past my worries about my hair, my legs, my stomach, my skin, my glasses, my butt.
I am so proud of myself because I see none of this in my girls. They wear what is comfortable. They are confident in their beauty. We taught them that! I have made an effort to never voice my insecurities about my appearance in front of them.
I need to some how do for myself, what I have done for my girls. Today I sat in a school training feeling over weight and over heated. I watched my young petite co workers shiver while I wiped sweat from my lip. I felt the need to apologize. I mentioned the sweating and weight gain were the side effects of medication. The shocked response? "You gained weight? I don't see it. You're sweating?" I need to get out of my head and stop over analyzing everything.
I am so proud of myself because I see none of this in my girls. They wear what is comfortable. They are confident in their beauty. We taught them that! I have made an effort to never voice my insecurities about my appearance in front of them.
I need to some how do for myself, what I have done for my girls. Today I sat in a school training feeling over weight and over heated. I watched my young petite co workers shiver while I wiped sweat from my lip. I felt the need to apologize. I mentioned the sweating and weight gain were the side effects of medication. The shocked response? "You gained weight? I don't see it. You're sweating?" I need to get out of my head and stop over analyzing everything.
Monday, August 11, 2014
Carpe Diem
Today, I cleaned up the latest round of apple/sauce fish capsule mess and decided to find chewable alternatives. They are ordered and on their way! I have come too far with Lily to have a choking, gagging battle over pills.
I am able to let this hiccup roll right off. I think it is due in large part to the fact that we have had the most relaxing summer ever. I have had so much fun with my girls, swimming, late night drives, movies, reading, and general silliness! Tonight was no exception. While we were waiting for the oven to heat up, Lily and I danced and sang all around the kitchen. I was thinking that it is possible to find moments of happiness even when your heart has been broken. It is possible to move forward.
Lily, Caroline, and Rob are my reasons for moving forward and trying to take better care of myself. Right after we spoke to Lily's doctor, I decided to go back on Zoloft. I owe it to Lily to approach this next school year with my best. My best is a well rested and anxiety free mother-teacher. Zoloft and I have a love-hate relationship. When I am on it, I don't have panic attacks over everyday things; I don't wake up in the middle of the night with my head reeling from lists. However, when I am on it, my appetite triples. I eat like I have a tapeworm. This time I also seem to sweat a lot. Neither thing is very attractive. I am hoping that as I feel better, I will have more energy to exercise. Last night I took a long walk. So that's a start.
I am lucky. My anxiety is mild. I am aware of it and know when to take steps to get myself back on track (ok, so this round I let it go on a bit too long). Not everyone has the resources and support that I have. Not all mental illness is the same. It is not something that can be cured or just goes away. In some ways it becomes a way of life.
Tonight after sitting down to a dinner where Lily and I talked about our expectations for the next school year, I opened my computer and read about Robin Williams's passing. I am so heartbroken for his family. Judging by some of the comments I'm seeing, our country still has a long way to go in our understanding of mental illness. It isn't a choice, nor is it the disease du jour that everyone needs to suddenly develop (I'm talking to you teenage girls who think it is okay to run around with ink quotation marks on your wrists because you have thought about committing suicide). We need to be patient and supportive of families who are battling mental illness. We need to be open and honest, so those who are hurting feel comfortable seeking help. We need to start the conversation and keep it going. Rest in Peace Mr. Williams.
I am able to let this hiccup roll right off. I think it is due in large part to the fact that we have had the most relaxing summer ever. I have had so much fun with my girls, swimming, late night drives, movies, reading, and general silliness! Tonight was no exception. While we were waiting for the oven to heat up, Lily and I danced and sang all around the kitchen. I was thinking that it is possible to find moments of happiness even when your heart has been broken. It is possible to move forward.
Lily, Caroline, and Rob are my reasons for moving forward and trying to take better care of myself. Right after we spoke to Lily's doctor, I decided to go back on Zoloft. I owe it to Lily to approach this next school year with my best. My best is a well rested and anxiety free mother-teacher. Zoloft and I have a love-hate relationship. When I am on it, I don't have panic attacks over everyday things; I don't wake up in the middle of the night with my head reeling from lists. However, when I am on it, my appetite triples. I eat like I have a tapeworm. This time I also seem to sweat a lot. Neither thing is very attractive. I am hoping that as I feel better, I will have more energy to exercise. Last night I took a long walk. So that's a start.
I am lucky. My anxiety is mild. I am aware of it and know when to take steps to get myself back on track (ok, so this round I let it go on a bit too long). Not everyone has the resources and support that I have. Not all mental illness is the same. It is not something that can be cured or just goes away. In some ways it becomes a way of life.
Tonight after sitting down to a dinner where Lily and I talked about our expectations for the next school year, I opened my computer and read about Robin Williams's passing. I am so heartbroken for his family. Judging by some of the comments I'm seeing, our country still has a long way to go in our understanding of mental illness. It isn't a choice, nor is it the disease du jour that everyone needs to suddenly develop (I'm talking to you teenage girls who think it is okay to run around with ink quotation marks on your wrists because you have thought about committing suicide). We need to be patient and supportive of families who are battling mental illness. We need to be open and honest, so those who are hurting feel comfortable seeking help. We need to start the conversation and keep it going. Rest in Peace Mr. Williams.
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