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  • A mother by birth and adoption sharing - through photography, writing and humor - life with boys, autism, ADHD, bipolar disorder and cerebral palsy. Reminding you that kids with special needs are kids.

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  • I love my life...really! My "special purpose" sons take me to places daily in my mind and heart that I would have never known existed without them. In sharing photos and a few words from our day to day life, I hope to help you look at your life with humor and with the reality that you do what you can do when you can do it...then you eat chocolate and drink wine...and snap photos...lots of photos.

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May 06, 2008

A Road Map To Some Place Else

"There is nothing we like to see so much as the gleam of pleasure in a person's eye when he feels that we have sympathized with him, understood him.  At these moments something fine and spiritual passes between two friends. These are the moments worth living." -- Don Marquis

The book arrived and I read it in less than twenty-four hours and that was on a busy weekend of attending Paralympic events.  The past week has been dotted with moments of my trying to decide what to write...other than "read this now if you are a mom".  Sure, it is a book written by a mom of a special  needs child, but her words resonate with all moms.  Words of reality...words of frustration...words of love...read them.

I keep thinking perhaps it is because of time spent in NICU with our oldest son...or the special needs diagnoses times three of our younger sons which my husband and I have faced and that exhaust us...but no.  It is simply Jennifer's honest words about the moments of fear and uncertainty of motherhood. 

The plan was I would ramble about the similarities of our experiences...our fears...our what-ifs...our unspoken hopes.  The only thing I find to say is if there exists a writer able to more fluidly weave words...I've never read her work.

If you are a mom, read Road Map To Holland.  If you are a mom of a special needs child...or perhaps like me, of several special needs children...read Road Map To Holland

Thank you, Jennifer, for sympathizing with and understanding me.  You have indeed shared your spirit, and that is a beautiful gift.

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Note...If you are the parent of a child with Down Syndrome, the book's appendix offers a plethora of resources, additional reading titles and a glossary of terminology.

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April 15, 2008

The Young Man Was (somehow) Raised Right

Despite being a lab experiment of young parents, it appears our oldest son turned out to be quite the well-adjusted, romantic man.  You may have heard that last week he and his girlfriend went to Disney World where A's intention was to propose marriage.  He did...

...in the rose garden of Cinderella's Castle.

She, of course, said "yes".  How could she refuse a handsome prince on one knee waiting to slide a shimmering diamond upon her finger in the rose garden of Cinderella's Castle. 

They are happy.  We (parents) are happy.

All I have to add is he way out did his dad's proposal to me.

April 06, 2008

Awareness ~ Autism and Child Abuse

April is Child Abuse Awareness and Autism Awareness Month.  Both issues have deeply affected our family.  My boys are beautiful children with loving spirits, and I cherish who they are...all things included.  While I do not often speak clinically regarding the special needs of my sons, I do want to spotlight autism and child abuse.  Be aware.  Be informed.  Be willing.

Child Abuse Awareness Month links:

Identifying Child Abuse and Neglect

Protect children

Child Welfare Information Gateway

Prevent Child Abuse America

Child Abuse Prevention Programs

Be Aware

Autism Awareness links:

Autism:  The Musical - an HBO film online.

The Miracle Project

NASCAR races for autism.

Drive a Chevy for autism.

Autism Society of America

Centers for Disease Control and Prevention

Autism Speaks

These links are by no means all inclusive of the information available online regarding child abuse and autism, but they are places to begin if you are seeking information and inspiration.  Additionally, by posting these links I am not in agreement with or in support of everything you may find at the sites.


March 11, 2008

The Great Novel

"Mom, are you ok?" asked Lee.

"Yes, sweetheart.  Why do you ask?"

"You just haven't seemed to have much fun lately."

"I know.  But I'm ok.  I promise."

"I was just checking because I love you."

An exchange of hugs and he walks away to continue the harassment of his younger brothers and the struggle of functioning as a teen living with Bipolar Disorder and ADHD.  Amidst his personal turmoil Lee was concerned about me...the mother.

I have been out of sorts for several months.  Obviously I was not hiding that fact as well as I thought.  Never wanting to be the cause of anxious moments for my sons, I have always tried to shield them from what I believe to be unnecessary concerns.   But then if children do not learn the realities of life from parents...what's the alternative?  Not knowing until a stranger slaps them in the face with reality?  I think a gentle poke from mom and dad is best.  Still I have to work on me and the flux I'm experiencing.

Mothering special purpose (needs) sons is a blessing, a gift, but it is also one difficult gig.  Many of you understand because you live the life.  Several posts have been rolling around in my brain for weeks discussing the current challenges with the boys.  The words just do not come.  I think maybe my brain is literally exhausted, stressed...it just wants to forget everything for a couple of hours each night.  Fine by me, really.

Perhaps I have been working too hard to bring the boys into the normal realm of life.  The truth is having them function in society is a huge hope that I have.  But is it really a goal for my personal satisfaction?  Am I trying to escape social scrutiny of myself or of the boys?  Honestly, behaviors of Bipolar, ADHD, Cerebral Palsy and Asperger's Syndrome children are weird to the unsuspecting eye.  Also, the boys are immature for their ages, especially Lee who recently turned thirteen.  He is not emotionally or socially a teen...far from behaving even as a young thirteen year old.  But is that a bad thing?  I have never wanted the boys to be secular children...to follow the popular crowd...that is one reason we homeschool.  But...

Am I trying to write a book of their lives rather than read the book that has been written?  I believe children come to us with a definite purpose for their lives, and we must love them, study them, and decode their strengths in order to help them fulfill their purpose.  I do not believe we are to mold them into clones of ourselves or others.  Children often spend their entire lives trying to overcome what we make of them.  I do not want that for my sons.

God doesn't give parents manuscripts to write, but codes to decode.  Study your kids while you can.  The greatest gift you can give your children is not your riches, but revealing to them their own.  ~~Max Lucado

Go.  Caress the cover...gently turn the pages...allow the plot to unfold... your child is the great novel.

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February 29, 2008

That Bottle of Wine Called My Name

Sometimes I simply lose my mind and take the boys shopping.  In my defense it is impossible to buy shoes for the boys without them...in a store...with me...trying on shoes...in a store...with me...

Me:   "Boys, we have to get new shoes for you guys, but first we'll grab a bite to eat."

Mac:  "I'm not hungry.  I won't eat.  Not even cookies."

Lee:  "I bet we're going to R*by Tuesday.  I don't like anything there."

Me:   "Yes, we are, and quite frankly I don't care if either of you eat.  You just watch me eat."

Wil:  "I'll eat.  I'm real hungry."

WHACK!

[sounds of gagging and choking follow...mixed with under-breath laughter]

WHACK!  [again]

Lee has whacked Wil, apparently for theoretically siding with me...mom...the mortal enemy of a thirteen year old boy.  Then when I reprimanded Lee, Mac laughed and, of course, Lee whacked him....while, Wil snuggly placed his hands around Lee's neck.  They all, of course, fell into a wrestling dog pile.  I, of course, watched and waited until they were finished.

We have yet to walk out the door of our home.  Fast forward, we are now in the SUV on our way to the restaurant...Lee the lone occupant of the third row seat...Mac and Wil in the second row seats.

Wil:  "I need to go the the driver's license office and take my driving test now."

Me:   "What are you talking about?  You're ten years old."

Mac:  "Mom, mom what's green, creamy and covered with chocolate?"

Wil:  "Now!  I must take my driver's test right now.  Then I want to buy a car."

Me:   "Mac, I have no idea.  Wil, you're talking foolishly.  We're going out to eat and buy shoes."

Wil:   "You don't understand.  I have to take my driver's test now."

Mac:  "Mom?"

Me:   "What, Mac?"

Mac:  "I asked you a riddle.  What's green, creamy and covered with chocolate?"

Wil:  [mutters] "Now"

Me:  "Hmmmm...I don't know, Mac.  What?"

Mac:  "A snot-fudge sundae."

Did I mention we're on our way to dinner?  Yum-o.

Lee:  "Mom, Mac brought that joke book with him.  I am not going to listen to his dumb jokes while I eat dinner.

Me:   "No problem.  You don't like the food where we're going, so you won't be having dinner.  Remember?"

Lee:  "hurrmph"

Wil:  [is growling like an angry bear]

Mac:  "Mom, mom, why did Ms. Dibbles put a stick of dynamite in her trunk?"

Lee:   [groans] "Shut-up, Mac!

Me:  "Lee, we do not tell people to shut-up."

Lee:  "Mac, be quiet before I punch you."

Mac:  "Just in case she had to blow up a flat tire."

Wil:  "Mooooooom!

Me:  "Wil, you are ten years old.  You have never even driven a car.  You...

Wil:  [squirms while shoving his hand deep into his jeans' pocket...then interrupts me while waving cash in the air]  "I am going to the driver's license testing place and tell the people I will pay them $4 if they will let me take the driving test."

Me:  "Wil, I  don't think a State employee can be bribed with $4.  Besides, you don't have a ride to the place, and we are not going to talk about this anymore tonight.  Okay, guys, we're here.  You know how to behave at dinner, and there will be serious consequences for anyone who breaks the rules.  Boys, indicate you hear me."

[in unison]:  "Yes, m'am."

Again, fast forward.  Dinner went well...only the usual get your hands off my food; burp/belch; I'm still hungry; did you see that fire truck that went by (while adjusting the window blinds); I'm still hungry; I feel like I'm going to barf; Mac, why are you holding your glass with your elbows?; No, we are not going to the driver's license place; Oh server...I'd like another plate of food (from the two who weren't going to eat);  uh-oh...ma'am, could we have extra napkins, please?.   You know, the usual meal.

Yet, on their way out of the restaurant an older couple stopped by our table and commented "What handsome, well-behaved boys you have."

Huh?  "Uh, thank you.  Have a good evening."  I wanted to asked if their hearing aid batteries needed replacing and if their eye wear prescriptions were up-to-date.  I suppose a mom's superhero hearing and x-ray vision pick up a lot more than those of the average stranger.  Thank goodness for the kindness of hard-of-hearing, vision-impaired people.  They gave me renewed strength to trudge forward toward the goal of purchasing new shoes for the boys.

Gratefully, the drive to the store was brief.

I will not drag out the dialog of shopping for shoes in the mega-sporting goods store, but I remember saying...hearing...

  • No, you may not get roller blades in place of shoes.
  • Please get your shoe out of the ball bin.
  • Sorry, the driver's license place is closed.
  • Where's Mac?  Mac?
  • Put that cue stick back where you got it.
  • Gross, oh man, gross!
  • What!?  Is it illegal to fart?
  • Did you turn that thing on?
  • No, we will not be purchasing rifles with scopes.
  • Where did you get that boxing glove?
  • Maybe next time we'll buy a heavy bag (punching bag). 
  • No, until then you may not use use brother's face.
  • The driver's license place is closed.
  • Get out of that gun safe.
  • Where's Wil?  Wil?
  • No, you may not get a trampoline in place of shoes.
  • Stop, you're head is going to get stuck in there.
  • I thought Dad was meeting us here?
  • Yeah, me, too.  I'll call him.
  • Sorry.  Excuse us.
  • Could someone stick me with a needle that puts me to sleep cause this is boring.
  • How I wish I had such a needle.
  • You may not play disc golf inside the store.
  • I don't know how you decide whether or not you like disc golf unless you try it before you buy it.
  • [to a store employee] Hi, could you help us.  His shoe lace is caught in the elliptical.
  • Where's Lee?  Lee?
  • Help!  Over here...in this tent. Help!  The zipper's stuck.
  • Thanks, mom.

We made our way to the shoe department, found shoes for all, headed for check-out and as I swiped a rectangular piece of plastic through the contraption...

Mac:  "Mom, mom, what is invisible and smells like bananas?"

Me:   "I have no idea."

Mac:  "Monkey burps."

Lee:  "Dork."

Wil:   "Tomorrow, I'm taking my driving test."

I smiled, gathered my little apes, and all the way home I heard a small, quiet voice calling my name.

Heard any voices this week?

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February 24, 2008

Sentinel, City of Destiny ~ Book Review and Giveaway

As a mother of four sons, I am constantly seeking methods and tools for use in teaching morals to my three younger sons.  Like any Christian parent, I want them to grow into moral men.

Recently I was given the opportunity to read and review Sentinel, City of Destiny.  I was intrigued when author, Landel Bilbrey, emailed me and described his book...

It is a Christian fantasy novel ... a modern day allegory (Think The Chronicles of Narnia crossed with Pilgrim's Progress). Its story is aimed primarily at boys ages 8 to 12, but speaks to people of all ages. (There is suspense, battles with creatures, temptations, etc.)  You might say it is an adventure story with a moral.  It is currently available online at Amazon.com, Barnes&Noble.com, Borders.com, Walmart.com, etc.

I wrote it to capture the attention of preteen boys and crafted the allegory to be a teaching tool for parents (there is a study guide in the back of the book).

Each of my sons was captivated by The Chronicles of Narnia books which I read to them before they themselves were able to read that level of writing.  Even at young ages they grasped the allegory, probably better than many adults.  Two of my sons have read Pilgrim's Progress, enjoyed it and "got it".  So I was excited about Sentinel, City of Destiny.  I mean battles with creatures...how could they not like it...they are boys ages ten to thirteen.

After reading the book I was not disappointed.  The book is appropriate for the target audience of boys in the formative ages of 8 to 12 years, but quite frankly the story ministers to adults as well.  Amazon summarizes the book...

Today, as never before, a young boy's life is bombarded by subtle and not so subtle messages of how the world defines the "successful" man. The purpose of Sentinel, City of Destiny is to share with boys, during their formative pre-teen years, some fundamental character traits that define the "Godly" man. The allegorical story is about twin brothers, Jerol and Jarad, their quest through the land of Callow (Childhood) and their search for the city of Sentinel (representing true Manhood). In Sentinel they seek to earn the Mark of the Blade and become part of the King's court of Mettle. The Court of Mettle is an elite fighting force that stands watch over Terrenea (the land in which the story takes place). They are sworn to fight to the death in defense of King Deus (God) and his Kingdom of Light. To make it onto the King's court Jerol and Jarad must first find the four magical keys (Courage, Integrity, Service, & Vision) with which to unlock Sentinel's gate. Unfortunately, their archenemy Azrael (Satan) and his minions challenge the boys at every turn, seeking to prevent their entry into Sentinel (True Manhood). The story contrasts the boys' very different ways of dealing with Azrael's temptations and traps. In the style of Pilgrim's Progress, the brothers face many allegorical characters and situations that represent present day themes in young boy's lives: bullies, drugs, girls, music, peer pressure, video, etc. Hopefully, in the end, it will be clear to the reader; it is better to be like Jerol, who makes wise choices than Jarad, who makes foolish choices.

You can read the first six chapters online.

The pluses of Sentinel, City of Destiny do not stop with the story.  Landel has provided additional material in the book including a glossary and study guide.  Excellent features which make this book a true teaching tool for parents to use with their sons.

I have decided to use Sentinel as a read-aloud to my boys because of my youngest son's difficulties with reading.  Due to processing problems he cannot read on the level which the book is written; however, he is intelligent and understands life issues age appropriately.  I do not want him to miss the opportunity of enjoying and learning from this book during his formative years.

In the book Landel presents scripture references as Logos which in essence are scriptures cited in code form. Fabulous, math and logic skills to be used in deciphering.   Additionally, throughout the book words which are found in the glossary have asterisks by them, easily providing a vocabulary lesson.  As a homeschooling mom I love both of these features and will have the boys look up words in the glossary, decode the Logos, read the scriptures and use the questions provided to discuss the story.  Of course, you do not have to be a homeschool family to use Sentinel as a teaching tool.  As parents we are our children's first teachers and most assuredly, the teachers best equipped to teach them morals.

Sentinel, City of Destiny is a story interesting to boys and a good tool for parents to use in guiding them to make wise decisions.  I feel certain that as I read the book aloud to my sons, the ten and thirteen year old boys will be sneaking it from my desk to read ahead.

The book is available directly from the site: Bridgemaker Books or you can buy it from Amazon.com.  There is also a discount rate for co-op and group purchases.

*This giveaway has ended.

Landel has given me a signed copy of Sentinel, City of Destiny to be given away to one lucky blog reader.  To be eligible for a random draw to win the book, simply leave a comment on this post by midnight EST on Saturday, March 1.  One comment per person, please.  Duplicate comments will be deleted.  Please make sure I have a valid email address by which to contact you.  The winner will be announced here Sunday, March 2.


February 12, 2008

Who Are These Boys And What Have They Done With My Babies?

As a homeschooling mom I am all about teaching children how to learn.  I believe it is far more important to know how and where to find information rather than attempting to store all of it on your brain's hard drive.  Hard drives crash.  Anyhow...my boys are not allowed online without parental permission and supervision, so they turn to books for information.  People often forget books are great teaching tools, but not my guys.

Recently I eavesdropped overheard the following conversation as the boys flip flopped and wrestled while playing their Nintendo DS games lounged on the family room sofa...

Wil:    What does sexy mean?

Mac:  It means a girl is pretty and has lots of money.  Yeah, she has to be rich.  I'm sure of that part.

Wil:    I thought it meant she was a hot chick.

[Do you know how hard it is to overhear this conversation without giving up the fact that I am listening from the next room?]

Lee:  You two are dorks.  Y'all don't know what s*xy means OR what a hot chick is.

Mac:  Shut up, Lee.  We're not talking to you.

Wil:    I want to talk to him.  Lee, what does s*xy mean? 

Lee:   I'm not explaining it to you.  Get the dictionary and look it up.

Mac:  You sound just like Mom. Whenever I asked what a word means she tells me to get the dictionary and let's look it up.  Anyway, s*xy is not in the dictionary.

[I hear footsteps.  Wil is getting the dictionary...this should be good.]

Wil:   How do you spell s*xy?

Mac:  Give me the dictionary.  [sound of flipping pages]  Mac reads:  "s*xy:  s*xually suggestive or stimulating; erotic"

[I am imagining the puzzled look on Wil's face. I am also fearing Mac will look up erotic.]

Mac:  What does suggestive or stimulating have to to with s*x?  S*x means if you are male or female.  I don't understand.  Whatever.

Lee:  Are you dorks finished?  Do you want to link up and play Mario Kart?

Wil:  Yeah!

Mac: Yeah!

The limited attention spans and misunderstandings of children with ADHD, CP and Asperger's Syndrome are good things...sometimes...like when curiosity only goes so far on my watch.  I'll be strongly suggesting to Dad that he dust off the talk for immediate presentation.  I'll be eavesdropping overhearing that conversation...it should be a doozy.

What are the conversations at your house these days?  Because I'll talk about anything to get my mind off this subject.  I am so not ready to go through this again...times three. 

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February 04, 2008

Your Heart Hurts A Whole Bunch

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Right there...I was right there beside him...walking leisurely along the road in front of our house.  Yet I was completely helpless.  For years I have taught him one foot in front of the other...stand tall...move forward...watch for obstacles in your path...take your time.  Yet he fell.  Flat on his precious face...he fell.  I had no control.  He tried his best...he fell while strolling down the street with me...his mother...who could not help him.  I cried.

As a parent who has raised one son to adulthood, I know full well you love them, you teach them, you pray for them, and you let them go...and you just keep praying that all through their lives the falls are few...and that they get up.

Still...whenever they fall...your heart hurts a whole bunch.

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January 23, 2008

Having A Moment Without Pausing For Punctuation

The day was extremely stressful.  Actually, imagine a plethora of extremely stressful days...I was having a moment without pausing for punctuation...

Me:    Boys!  Enough!  This unruly loud arguing and fighting must stop now because I have had more than my fill of dealing with your behaviors and what are you fighting about this time never mind because honestly I don't care just stop it now before you lose every privilege you have every known and don't see the outside of your rooms before age twenty oh crap Ursula has one of my sweaters where did she get that Ursula drop it you three be quiet there is nothing to laugh about if she tore my sweater you can pay for it and did one of you take her outside this morning do you realize how much I need to do how much you need to complete in your school work the errands we must run and sometime during this lovely day I would love to go to the bathroom without hearing crashing banging wailing gnashing of teeth and the ever-so-disdained screaming of Moooommmmm whenever my butt touches the toilet seat are you boys listening to me stop get your hands off of him look at me when I'm talking to you no you may not have a snack which by the way reminds me that I would like to get in my workout today so that my butt which never touches the toilet seat in peace does not become the size of an elephant's rear I said look at me while I am talking to you I am not finished and on top of everything your grandfather just called and he is coming in a couple of days the place is a wreck there is no decent food in the house the laundry is piled high and only one-fifth of it is mine good grief in ten minutes we need to leave and go to Wil and Mac's therapy sessions do you realize that in addition to the usual stuff to deal with around here I am about to have the first of two surgical procedures and am a bit stressed about it after anesthesia I puke for at least twenty-fours even when there is nothing left in my stomach and that does not feel good I am not looking forward to these surgeries so could you guys please consider these things?

Mac:   Mom?

Me:    Do not interrupt me.  I am having a moment, thank you.

Then, almost in unison, I see and hear....

Lee:    [rolls eyes in that just-became-a-teenager way]

Mac:  If you puke a lot, you'll lose weight and won't have a big butt.  Right?
Wil:   [mumbles] Drama queen.

Don't you love how the boys stole my moment?  They completely altered my grumpy mood.  How could I not smile?

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November 10, 2007

The Mom Village

We are all over the blogosphere, and we rock.  Mom Bloggers.  The Mom Village.

My favorite-photographer-mom-blogger has penned a real and powerful post about Mom Blogs for Chronicle Books Blog...Finding My Village.  Tracey's statement - "Enter the blogosphere—the closest thing to a village that this modern-day mom can find. Reading what other mothers share in their blogs has been a lifeline for me." - hit home with me. 

This may be my favorite Tracey post of all time because, well, she eloquently expresses my personal feelings.  In blogging I have found a village of women who welcome me into their lives and encourage me in mine.  An amazing group of women bloggers who reflect myself to me.  It's awesome.

Visit Chronicle Books Blog and leave a comment in support of Tracey and all that she embodies.  Be sure to read the comments for links to some cream of the crop Mom Blogs and then leave the links to your favorite blog reads.

Another street in the The Mom Village where you should take a stroll is Photographic Memories - Interviews With Mom Bloggers.

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I am honored and thrilled to be a part of this HP project with several of my talented blogging friends.  The interviews are well-done with moms spilling from the heart their love of family and photography.  Pop over and read.  You'll be inspired.

I'm telling you...Mom Bloggers are impacting every facet of life.  Moms, you may not be aware of the far-reaching influence, the encompassing power you hold, but one day the reality will dawn.  Are you up for the challenge, the thrill, the changes you can inspire in our world?

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November 08, 2007

Impressions of Motherhood

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He is twenty-six years old, my first baby.  This precious impression of his hand is 24 years old.  Over the years we have moved several times, and each time I have lovingly, carefully wrapped this plaster of paris hand print and carried it with me...in a box and within my heart.  I have three more which complete the set.

Over twenty six years ago the first impression of motherhood was made upon my heart.  There would be no turning back...no desire to turn back.  I have cherished every pain, every joy...everything that has come with being a mother. 

Every day there are new impressions...a hand in mine...lips upon my cheek...arms squeezed tightly around my neck...tears on my shoulder...gentle strokes across my cheek...eyes searching my face...and they are recorded forever upon my heart.  Even when my memory fades, the impressions of motherhood will be upon my heart. 

A mother's heart never forgets.

Thursday's Theme ~ memory.  Won't you share yours?


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October 31, 2007

We Wish You A Merry Halloween

"We wish you a Merry Christmas.  We wish you a Merry Christmas.  We wish you a..."

I wriggle in bed, wrinkling my face and grunting.  Somewhere between unconscious and conscious.

"Rudolph the red nose reindeer had a very shiny nose.  And if..."

I roll over, stretching, inhaling deeply and lingering in sleep.

"Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the..."

I sit upright in bed, look to my left and see the red digital numerals 6:41...as in AM.  Huh?  What?  Am I dreaming?  No. Those sounds are too close, too real.

"...way.  Oh what fun it is to ride..."

Uh uh.  What?  It's October 31.  I'm certain.  Wait, those are Christmas songs.  Shaking my head I ask myself, "Am I awake?"

"Moooommmmmmm, I am hungry!"

I am so awake.

Slowly my feet hit the floor and I begin the trek downstairs...groggy and giggly.  The boys are playing Christmas music.

"Guys, what are you doing?"  I ask mid-yawn.

"We're listening to Christmas music"  replies Lee.

"Why?"  I ask.

"Because", answers Mac, "We don't know any Halloween carols."

"Oh.  Who wants pancakes for breakfast?"  I inquire.

"Me, I am very hungry" Wil answers.

From our family to yours, have a fun and merry Halloween.

~~~

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October 25, 2007

Please Don't Torture Us Anymore

Originally posted October, 2006.

Well, it finally happened and I have pouted about it for weeks.

"Oh mom, look!  Look at this one and that one!" they exclaim with ooohing and aaahinhg emphasizing their delight.

"I wanna be Obi Wan Kenobi."

"I wanna be a glow-in-the-dark skeleton."

"I wanna be a police officer."

All of these excited exclamations over flimsy-cheap-store-bought Halloween costumes?  The boys no longer wanted me to design and put together the costumes of their dreams?  Huh?  Why?  Not even my sad, disappointed mom face ploy could sway them.

I quickly gathered my wits and spoke up, "Lee, remember the year I spent hours wrapping you in gauze while you had to stand as still as the Statue of Liberty?  What a frightfully realistic mummy you were."

"Mac, what about the year I sprayed your light blond hair with that horrid smelling black hair paint that took weeks to wash out?  You were such a believable vampire  and no one recognized you."

"And Wil, remember the year you were a clown?  That makeup job was so authentic.  Man, it took some elbow grease to get that junk off your face.  You had a rash for days afterward."

"Oh, and the year I put one of you in an orange trash bag, stuffed it with paper and painted your face green.  Such a cute pumpkin."

"Uh, yeah, that pumpkin was me," Lee moans in recollection.

"Boy, you were really sweating inside that plastic trash bag, weren't you?" I say with a smile.

"And then there was the year..." and I stop mid-sentence.  The faces of my boys said it all...I can read body language and the message was coming through loud and clear...

"Mom, this Halloween could we please not be tortured like abused creatures of some rabid human race?  May we pleeeeeease buy the ready-made costumes.  Pretty puhleeze?"

So  uttering the word "fine!" from my tightly clenched jaw, the deal was done.  I tossed the costumes of choice, those cheap flimsy sweatshop made store bought unimaginative costumes, into the cart and wheeled to checkout.

That scene was about three weeks ago and I have remained less than thrilled about the costumes.  But wait...this morning, Halloween morning, as I sat sipping my morning cup of tea an aura of light surrounded me...heavenly voices sang in perfect harmony...the dang light bulb lit over my head.  Tonight I DO NOT have to rush around like a demon possessed idiot woman attempting to apply makeup and pull costumes together to get out of the house in time to get the good candy.  There will be no cries of "You're hurting me.  That itches. Stop!  You got that junk in my eyes."

Oh...my...goodness...I smile with a new found peace.  Tonight while mothers everywhere play the "demon possessed idiot woman" role, I can sit on my butt.  I can simply say "Boys, put on your costumes.  It's time to trick or treat."

I  sit back, prop up my feet, take another sip of tea and suddenly I am pounced upon by a trio of not-so-small-anymore boys shrieking "Mom, mom, read It's the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown to us!"

They still want me.

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Since life is running me ragged at the moment, I've pulled a post from the days when no one read my blog.  This post was originally published October, 2006.  I'm sharing it today while I prepare a post for a Halloween contest which will be up and running Friday afternoon, October 26.  HP has provided a couple of fun prizes for this and an upcoming contest.  Check back.

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October 21, 2007

Snuggled In Bed

There was Saturday's post.  Then Saturday night as the boys and I snuggled in bed for a bedtime story...

"Mom, he is biting my toes."

"Am not.  I'm licking them."

"Make him move over.  He's hogging all the covers."

insert lots of tussling

"Hey, don't do that again."

"Oooooo!  He ate a booger!"

"Next time I'll fling it at you."

"Wait!  I gotta pee.  Be right back."

long pause while we wait

"I'm thirsty."

"Who farted?"

"Don't push me again!"

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"OW!!"

"Mom?  Mom?"

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Just wanted you all to know, we're good.  Thanks for your comments and emails.

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October 01, 2007

The Hangout

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I love, love, love this scene...the hangout.  The bikes and scooters of the boys in our neighborhood lined up along the curb in front of our house.

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Our home has become the most chosen place to play.  It's just awesome having all the bikes and scooters clutter the street in front of our house...boys scrounging through our garage for the next contraband item...noisy feet tromping through our kitchen...dirty fingerprints smudging our frig in a quest to quench thirst.  It's a sign our boys have been accepted into the club of neighborhood boys. 

Truth be known it's probably due more to the fact that we keep close tabs on our boys.  They are not allowed to roam freely.  Their dad or I must know at all times where they are going, and they are given a definite time to return home.  We watch them make their way.  We make phone calls to the other parents to make certain the boys remain there...and to remind the boys when it is time to come home.  We watch as they return.  The price of not doing so is too great.

I know most of the boys of the neighborhood are allowed much more freedom than our sons.  However, I can't help but feel that a big reason they all congregate at our house is the feeling of security...of knowing they're watched.  Or maybe they do just like our boys that much...enough to almost always play here rather than there.  Yeah, let's go with that thought.

Pedal over to Picture This for lots of great photos in this week's edition of Best Shot Monday.
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Enough of those gloomy posts from the past couple of weeks, and a huge hug from my heart to yours for the comments and emails sending prayers, hugs and well wishes.

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September 26, 2007

A Life Of Bright Light And Shadow

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The photo is posted for Wordless Wednesday, and you are welcome to simply take it as such and click here to go to comments.  Thanks for visiting.

However...

There are many lives other than his or mine behind the shadows of this photo, and I hope that you will take a couple of minutes to read this post in its entirety or come back to it when your time allows.

Understanding

It is important that people try to understand and become less judgmental of others.  We cannot know from a chance encounter what lies beneath. 

I have found that several people who read, comment and/or email me live with a connection to bipolar disorder (or other mental illness) through a family member, friends or themselves.  Know that in me, Amy and the Doctors Papolos you have found four people who completely get it...and we know that it is so hard.  Hugs and prayers.

I have often thought of explaining what life is like for and with a bipolar child.  Amy left the following comment on my post. Like me, she has a twelve year old son living with Bipolar Disorder. Her comment included an email she received from the Doctors Papolos.  They give a glimpse of the life which bipolar children, their parents and siblings live.  Amy, thank you for sharing this with me and for allowing me to share it with others.

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I have a son with bipolar too..and the struggles that he goes through..the challenges..the meltdowns..the sadness..mania..it all can break my heart to bits.  I got this email from the author of the "The Bipolar Child" and thought they said well and understand our challenges..and it comforted me to feel not so alone.

Hugs,
Amy

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In our book, and in almost every newsletter we write, we talk constantly about the burdens that parents of children with bipolar disorder must shoulder and overcome, all the while attempting to make decisions with the clinicians who work in an area of medicine that is still  in  its infancy.

But we've never composed a stand-alone list that lets others look at what the parents must grapple with and withstand--in all its stark and disturbing reality.

This list, sadly, cannot even be described as "exhaustive or complete," but as Mother's Day approaches, and Father's Day is just a calendar turn away, the parents coping with a child (or children) with bipolar disorder deserve special recognition and honor for their enormous valor as they:

* Look at a very young and much-loved child with a nagging fear that something is seriously wrong.

* Feel the external world bearing down on them, advising them to take multiple parenting classes or to tune into Nanny 911. Feel infantilized and ashamed as people offer up criticism and advice.

* Accept that they need help from a professional, but feel a stranglehold of fear.

* Come to learn that there are only 4,101 child psychiatrists in the entire United States--many wary of making this diagnosis.

* Watch their child and other siblings besieged by an illness for which there is little diagnostic or treatment consensus in the field of psychiatry.

* Receive multiple diagnoses such as ADHD, OCD, ODD, PDD, anxiety disorder, or simple depression.

* Come to accept that the child has a very serious psychiatric illness and make the agonizing decision to begin a trial of medications (if they can find a psychiatrist who can treat their child, or who has open hours).

* Read the package inserts of medications which list possible side effects, as well as frightening black-box labels, and watch apprehensively for any signs of serious trouble such as lithium toxicity, tardive dyskinesia, Stevens-Johnson syndrome, new-onset type-II diabetes, or pancreatitis.

* Attempt to explain to a child how the doctor is trying to help and what the medications are going to do; subsequently they watch their child experience distressing early side effects that include nausea and diarrhea and severe drowsiness; or worse, the paradoxical effects that produce the opposite reaction of what the drug is being used to treat.

* Deal with the disillusionment of a failed medication trial and explain to that child why those pills didn't work and tell him or her: "We're going to try something else," knowing that they may have to repeat that phrase a number of times and thus begin a new round of side effects.

* Have to get a child who has a needle phobia to a lab for a blood draw to determine drug levels. (This experience alone could turn one's hair grey.)

* Watch children's weight balloon upward and their self-esteem plummet as they take certain medications that can be very effective, but that may also cause weight gain.

* Become an all too familiar face at the pharmacy, experiencing shock at the cost of each prescription.

* Have to suffer the ignorance of people in the media, who--in a cavalier manner--discuss over-diagnosis and over-medication. Moreover, these parents hear certain clinicians in the field publicly utter insulting sound bites such as: "This is an easy way for parents to let themselves off the hook;" or "This is simply the diagnosis du jour."

* Have to listen to the word "No!" from a child one hundred times each morning, but be unable to assert the parental "No" as it will predictably trigger a meltdown.

* Suffer the physical abuse of a child raging out of control, and experience crippling shame because they can't manage their own child.

* Are set adrift in a house that has become a war zone.

* Deal with feelings that alternate from extreme anger at the child to the most unbelievable yearning to help that child, from anger at the outside world for failing to realize what is happening to them, to exhaustion in trying to deal with the child with some modicum of equanimity.

* Become perplexed that their child often does well in the outside world, only to return to the safe harbor of home to rage at a parent (most often the mother), leading to the suspicions of outsiders that "Something must be going on in that household, and with that woman;" or "She seems so nice, but you never really know people;" or "He can keep it together at school, so he must be a very manipulative kid."

* Have to mount a siege each school-day morning simply to get a child suffering a sleep/wake reversal up and out to school.

* Hesitate to answer a phone, afraid that it will be the vice-principal in charge of disciplinary action calling to report an "incident" at school.

* Come close to earning a degree in educational law so as to work with the school system. Keep in constant contact with the teachers and psychologist or aide in order to assess what's working and where yet another accommodation may help.

* Waylay careers and reduce household income so a parent can stay at home to deal with the child and spend hours at doctors' and therapists' and tutors' offices.

* Experience the heartbreak of knowing that their child is rarely invited to birthday parties. Conversely, if he or she is invited, the  event might be overstimulating thus provoking some kind of meltdown, and effectively putting an end to any such celebrations in the future.

* Fear that their child will become aggressive with kids on the playground or in the neighborhood, thus earning disdain and a cold shoulder from the other parents.

* Want the world to understand, but fear that the stigma will further isolate the child and their family.

* Attempt to explain the almost inexplicable to the siblings, and to help them cope with the chaos in the household. Feel overwhelming guilt that the family is always fractured as one parent goes to a soccer game while the other stays home with the unstable child; or that a rare dinner at a restaurant devolves into an embarrassing, abruptly-ended event as parents race the child and siblings home and away from disapproving diners.

* Are paralyzed if a child becomes manic and hypersexual and says inappropriate things or makes inappropriate gestures.

* See their marriages become shaky as the stress of coping with this illness leaves parents little time to relate to each other and most conversations begin to center around the problems of their ill child.

* Listen with horror as their child screams, "I don't want to live anymore;" or "I'd be better off dead."

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It is hard to fathom how these parents get through a day. Their reality is simply unimaginable to the outside world, and their lives--until their children are stable--are a virtual stew of guilt and powerlessness, anxiety, fear, uncertainty, confusion, blame, and shame. These are feelings that most of us would do anything to avoid, but all are feelings that a family who lives with bipolar disorder must endure for months and years at a time.

And yet, we see family after family find the help, learn to cope, steady their footing, and move on with their lives. And then we see them turn around and offer a lifeline of information and support to others who must walk the same path, only now no longer alone.

Some people think of Mother's and Father's Day as Hallmark holidays; but we see them as an opportunity to celebrate these parents: their grit and their commitment, their love and their humanity....Parents who have never stopped trying to help their children--against seemingly overwhelming odds. Please take good care of yourselves.

We send you our best,

Janice Papolos and Demitri F. Papolos, M.D.

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This post is not a plea for sympathy.  Bipolar Disorder is a difficult life of bright light and shadow...but we consciously choose to look toward the light.  Our family is a wonderfully created blessing.  We laugh.  We cry.  We walk barefoot in the grass.  We have tickle wars. We eat marshmallow creme out of the jar.  Most of all...we love. 

Go in peace and with a smile.  May we each try more to judge less.

Whew!  My thanks to you for reading the entire post.  Any thoughts to share?

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September 11, 2007

Blogging For Justice

Over the last month, life at our house has become almost overwhelming...again.  Medications and behavior modifications are not working.  Diagnoses of the boys have been altered with additional complications.  There are days it seems too much...my husband and I wonder how we will manage this day or the next or the next.  But we do, because our family is grounded in love...firmly joined...unbreakable...we pray it cannot be broken.  We depend on our faith.

Other families, by birth and adoption, struggle and never dream their families will be broken.  Still, sometimes families are broken. But no family should be shattered because they extended hearts of love, hope and faith to adopt special needs children.  No mother should lose her biological child to a biological father because she adopted special needs children.

Please read this story.  Draw your own conclusions.  Publicize the story if you feel led.  The judge seems to have sent a strong message against adopting special needs children.  They are damaged, therefore are too much work and not a good influence on "normal" children in a family.  He seems to believe parents are not capable of parenting children with special needs in addition to a normal child.

Do I know these people personally? No.  Am I privy to all the details of the case? No.  But it does send up a red flag and lead me to publicize the story for others to be aware of the possibilities.

We had a "normal" minor-age biological child.  We adopted three children with special needs. If a judge can make such a ruling in the case of a divorce, perhaps if adopted special needs children and biological children are parented by two loving parents not divorced, he could do the same on the urging of an outside party.  As parents, we should pay close attention to cases such as this.

I encourage you to read more about this case at Blogging For Justice and draw your own conclusions.  Publicize the story if you choose.  But whatever you do, pay attention.  I would venture to say a majority of children of adoption deal with special needs on some level.  It would be a sad day when people are afraid to adopt children with special needs from fear of losing their biological children.

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September 10, 2007

The Glow Of Ten ~ BSM

~The creative prompt for this week is up at Wrapped Emotions. Hope you'll come play.~

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Our son, Mac, celebrated his tenth birthday this weekend.  The afternoon began like any other birthday party, food followed by the lighting of candles...

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Then following our plan, we load up our boys and the guests, more boys ages 9 to 12, to continue the party at the bowling alley...where two reserved lanes awaited us.  So we thought.  Seems we were preempted without notice by a bowling tournament which would not end for five hours.  After dealing with the blown expectations of a birthday boy with Asperger's Syndrome...think no tolerance for quick change of plans...we decided to haul the two vehicles of boys to the skating rink.

As we prepared to rent skates..no one brought their own, we were suppose to be bowling...a police raid ensued.  I.Kid.You.Not.  Seems they were looking for the vandals who broke into several cars in the parking lot.  So now my husband is freaking for fear our vehicles are among the damaged ones, and the children have been exposed to a full police raid.  Exciting.  But there was good luck, our vehicles were spared. However, again I face the child who does not tolerate change of plans.  We move on to plan number three...asking the boys "a movie or go to Putt-Putt?"

We cart the crew to Putt-Putt and find that the old geezers association is having a Putt-Putt tournament.  We are informed of this fact after we pay for an afternoon of fun...for a million boys (ok, after carting them around it seemed like a million).  Not small chump change.  All right, no problem there are other things to do here.  The boys head for the bumper boats...everyone loads in, engines revved and ready...except for Mac.  His boat won't go and there are no others.  So birthday boy shares a boat with his older brother...who is severe ADHD and not always the best of companions in close quarters. The fun began with a few words and punches between brothers and an admonishment from the teenage girl running the attraction.  I just laughed and took pictures...it was her problem. 

Next I had to call a million parents and tell them to pick up their kids at Putt-Putt rather than the bowling alley.  After completing the calls the horror struck me of how this would all sound when boys, ages 9 to 12, relayed the party events to their parents.  Clearly, I would have to tell the story to a million parents.  I cleverly waited and gathered them into groups of no less than three as they arrived to pick up their sons.  So I only had to tell the events  about 250,000 times rather than a million.

Finally, after riding bumper boats, playing video games, having an intense game of laser tag and stuffing his face with candy...along side his new friends...Mac smiled and said, "This was the best birthday ever."

Whew!

I'm moving the party over to Picture This to check out more Best Shot Monday photo fun. You're invited, too.

This post is also a part of this week's theme at TopBlogMag...change.  Visit TopBlogMag for a variety of articles, blog reviews and more.


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August 30, 2007

Interesting How Much Education Teaches You

Honestly, I should be educating my children at this moment but some days just scream "QUIT ALREADY!"  It's one of those less than gratifying homeschool days and after a visit with the psychiatrist, I feel complete affirmation in throwing candy to the boys, turning on the television and vegging in front of my laptop.  Today in the eyes of my boys, I am Mother of the Year. 

This morning at Lee's appointment, it was truly interesting to have two...two, not one or one and an assistant, but two...well-educated and highly-trained psychiatrists tell me, "Wow, you have your hands full."  Gosh, all their time in college, medical school and internship was not wasted.   I must be a genius because I've not had the benefit of their education or training and have been telling people the same thing for years...duh.  It takes two doctors in sessions together and in tag team therapy to come up with that observation.  Oh, and they were talking about only ONE of my children.  I would love to put them in the room with all four sons...at.the.same.time. *smile*

I'm typing this post to say I missed Tracey's Thursday's Theme.  Shoot!  I never miss it, but my camera didn't seem to capture "pretty" through my eyes this week.  But Tracey's certainly did...go see and give your congratulations.

My other excuse is I am working diligently on my new blog...and eating candy while watching TV.  You didn't think I'd let the boys have all the fun, did you?

Question:  Are you having any difficulty or slowness in loading my blog?  If so, would you please leave me a note in comments.  Thanks so much.

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August 28, 2007

A Father - Son Talk

Preparing dinner last night, I overheard the following conversation...

Lee:    Dad, guess what we did today?

Dad:   Things you weren't suppose to do.

Lee:    Besides that.

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