Friday, April 28, 2017

Growing Up Is Hard To Do

My daughter, Lilly, is growing up.


And quite frankly, it's killing me!

I mean, I knew it was inevitable...right? The natural progression of life tells us that aging happens--day by day, year by year; there is no stopping it. I see the telltale signs of it in the little lines on my face and in my neck. I feel the telltale signs of it when I think I'm young enough to stay up for a midnight movie, and then fall asleep halfway through! It stinks.

Thursday, April 13, 2017

Receiving Compassion

Usually, when I sit down to write--fingertips hovering over white alphabet keys, computer screen softly glowing in my eyes--I have a carefully thought-out idea as to what my post will be. It has a beginning, a middle, a lesson or a funny anecdote, an ending.


Today is a little different in that I have so many thoughts bumping around in my head, but with so little structure and order. It is as though my heart is swelling within my chest, my friends, making it difficult to take deep breaths. My feelings of total and sincere gratitude are filling up all the achy cracks in my weary mama's body, and if I don't sit down and just write...I. Might. Burst.

Thursday, March 2, 2017

What Can We Learn? (A Tale of Waxing and Autism)

Fact: I have the best conversations in the most unusual places.


Like that time I went to see my gynecologist for my annual checkup. I was sitting on the exam table in that poor excuse for a hospital gown (they call it a drape when they should call it a napkin) and that awful paper sheet (that barely covers your bits), when my doctor came rushing into the room in a fluster and a flurry. She preceded to tell me that the reason why she was running late to see her patients was NOT because she had to deliver a baby, but rather because she had to take a call from her son's elementary school. Apparently, her husband had packed their son's school lunch. And what he thought was a granola bar was actually a "brick" of bird seed. For a bird feeder. The school wanted to know if little "Johnny" was, in fact, supposed to be eating bird seed for lunch.

Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Car Conversations and Basic Invite!

Our best conversations usually take place in the car.

It was a pretty typical winter's day--the air was cold, the snow was deep, and gray clouds loomed over the valley. We were running lots of mundane errands together, trying to make it fun by singing along to pop songs on the radio. Our route eventually took us past the high school in our area.


"Mom," Lilly said, "Is graduating from high school a pretty big deal?"

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Lemons, Lemons, Lemons!

Sometimes life hands you lemons. Big lemons. Small lemons. "Year-round-school" and "oh-my-gosh-my-kids-are-off-track" lemons. (HA!) Sour lemons. Really, really sour lemons. Two lemons. Two hundred lemons.


One important thing I have learned about lemons (in the VERY short time I have been a mature-thinking adult...*wink*) is that beneath the tough rind, beneath the yucky seeds and all that sour, beneath the face-melting pucker, lies the undeniable potential for sweetness. It is up to us...and only us...to decide what we are going to do with those lemons.