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In and Out

May 04 2011

Tomorrow Avery is having surgery. It’s a simple procedure. In and out, literally – ear tubes in, adenoids out. Nothing to worry about, but try telling that to my queasy stomach and racing mind. Any time a child goes under, there are risks. And when your child has a medical file as thick as a telephone book, the risks increase. So….cue my rising blood pressure. The doctor mentioned giving Avery a little morphine if necessary. If she doesn’t need it, can I have it? Today I’m at home alone. The kids are at school and I’ve been busy doing really important things to keep distracted. Like: I organized my sock drawer. Its disorder has been bothering me for awhile. I find it unnerving when socks aren’t paired and sorted by colour and function (dress vs. sport). Holy OCD. I made this new Twitter avatar in honour of “Star Wars – May the 4th Be With You Day.” I made toast. I went to the bank and actually used the teller wicket. I haven’t done that for years. The woman ahead of me was having issues and taking forever. She turned to apologize saying, “Sorry for holding everybody up.” I suggested she[…]

Her Voice

Apr 22 2011

Avery uses two-three word phrases and a wide variety of ASL signs to communicate, but often struggles to get her message across. Just imagine the frustration of having something to say, but not being able to say it. My son’s (awesome) teacher sent me the link to this amazing video. I defy anyone to watch it without getting emotional when the father in the clip speaks about his daughter who until recently, has been silenced by Autism. Avery is not Autistic, but as the parent of a unique child, I related to similar challenges. We should never assume to know what our children can or cannot do. A child’s voice may be faint, but this doesn’t mean they don’t have something important to say. Perhaps they will live life in a whisper, but perhaps one day their voice will ring out strong and clear for all to hear. If you have a few minutes, it’s worth listening to Carly Fleishmann’s unique voice.

Mar 27 2011

I love capturing silly, spontaneous moments on film or better yet, video. Kids love nothing more than to watch themselves in action. Ok, not gonna lie, I enjoy watching myself too. Clearly my family’s a bunch of narcissistic hambones. While I was at the hairdresser getting my skunk streak restored to its youthful state, I flipped through my phone and stumbled upon these two videos. Apparently “somebody” was getting his paparazzi on while mama wasn’t looking. Avery idolizes her big brother (don’t let her angry tirade in the first video fool you). She follows him everywhere and repeats everything he says and does. I wish I’d captured a video of him telling his little sister “don’t be a drag, just be a queen…” or getting her to repeat, with feeling, “I like big butts and I can not lie…” Speaking of big butts, I also found THIS photographic gem on my phone. My child has taken this paparazzi gig to a new low. I mean really, sneaking a pic of his mother in such a compromising/unflattering position?! He’s reached rock “bottom.” LMAO!

Mar 22 2011

Originally this post was entitled, “My Mother Myself” until I discovered that’s the title of a book of feminine erotica. This post is about my mom so….ew. This post is about my mom and how lucky I am to be hers. Everybody loves their mom. With the exception of perhaps Lizzie Borden. The mother and child bond is nature’s way of keeping children close lest they get eaten by a lion. It also ensures parents have someone to care for them in their decrepit years. Humans may instinctively love their moms, but they don’t necessarily LIKE them. I love and like my mom. Even if we weren’t related, we’d hang. My mom is my biggest fan and most trusted confidante. She thinks everything I do is wonderful and she makes me feel like I can do anything. When they dealt out mums, I got an ace…who also happens to be… a complete card. My mom and I shop in the same clothing stores and listen to the same music. She’s cooler than I am. She knew about Cold Play and the Blackeyed Peas before I did. My mom can dish it out, but takes it and then some. My brother[…]

Their Story

Mar 11 2011

This is not my story. It belongs to Heather and her family and I wish with all my heart it had a happy ending. This is not my story. But I feel inextricably connected and deeply affected. This is not my story, but I can’t help turning my thoughts to my own special daughter who has medical challenges and faces uncertainties of her own. I wish I could do or say something to ease Heather and her family’s suffering. But, there’s nothing anyone can say or do. The fact is, what they are going through is every parent’s worst nightmare. This is not my story, but Heather, Zackie’s amazing mommy somehow found the strength and courage to share a part of their story. May their family find peace.

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In and Out

Her Voice

Paparazzi

The Motherload

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