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Your first child listened to classical music

You read to them for hours

You kept them sugar and chemical free

And you can't remember why.

 
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You have read the book! Twice!

And your child STILL doesn't do it.

 
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We Don't Need You, Mom! PDF Print E-mail
Written by CC   
Wednesday, 16 April 2014 09:47

It was 6:30AM.  My ten year old Mack was banging around in the kitchen, on the other side of my bedroom wall.  It’s always a little scary to hear him banging around so loudly because I can picture him getting very intense.  And when he gets intense, he quits thinking as rationally.  But I’ve learned to let him be, because he will let me know if there’s a problem very quickly.  His louds are the loudest.  His panic is the highest.  I will know, I tell myself.  I start getting out of bed and round the corner as he louds me…  “Mom, go back to bed!  You have to go!” 

 

So those are the moments I have to calm myself down.  He has trouble explaining in that moment what he needs.  He just knows that he feels strongly that I should be doing something he wants me to do.  But it is more difficult for him to understand why I would question that or why he shouldn’t yell.  So I have to remind myself of all these things before I respond. 

 
A Bit of Everything PDF Print E-mail
Written by CC   
Tuesday, 25 February 2014 11:53
There’s no point in wondering why.  It really just takes up good time and energy.  It just is.  Today is today.  Life is what it is, and it handed you what it did.  Put it in your arms and call it your own.  There’s no point in fighting what the universe handed you or what you have made of your life or allowed your life to become.  Because now it is yours, whatever it is, wherever you are.  Own it.  Love it.  Call it “George”.  And that’s pronounced HOR HAY. 


Give when you can.  Laugh when it’s not at someone else.  Put a flower behind your ear (until it dies).  Don’t worry about being late sometimes.  Take a breath and see if your shoulders are where they should be or around your ears.  Practice being kind.  Don’t judge yourself too much.  Don’t always compromise, but compromise if you know the other person loves you enough to follow through on their end of the deal. 

 
I'll Miss You PDF Print E-mail
Written by CC   
Thursday, 26 December 2013 12:33

I didn’t remember until my son recently reminded me.  He tends to remind in very big ways, ways that rock my world.  It’s always been that way.  He reminds me in ways that make me cry or scream or become impaired by some new level of behavior that I do not know how to respond to. 

He left me a note on my bed after he went to bed.  It read something like (and I paraphrase in a meager way.)

“Dear Mom,

I am having trouble falling asleep.  Please come talk to me before you go to bed.  I need to tell you something.”

I worried.  And then I calmed myself down.  I find over the years I get so involved emotionally with my son, Mack, that I can lose perspective.  I am trying to handle those things now as they come, to be aware that he holds my heart in a way no one else ever has or ever will.  I immediately become glued to his words so that I stick to them and feel the very strongest feeling I possibly can.  If it’s fear he feels, I feel the worst kind of fear.  If it’s happiness, I become frenetically happy for him.  Sound crazy?  Well, maybe.  But he feels things that way, so my level of empathy for this child I know so deeply goes with him.  He is that soul that I can feel from across the world.  I can tell if he’s upset at school because we are so connected.

 
This is Me, Right Now, Where I Stand PDF Print E-mail
Written by CC   
Saturday, 26 October 2013 11:38

You can never know what someone else is going through just seeing them walk by.  You can’t know someone’s struggle till you walk a mile in their shoes.  I’ve had a rough year.  For me, it’s been epic.  I haven’t written much.  I’ve been spending a lot of time inside my own little world.  Not just my little world, but inside my little sphere of me.  And I’m little.  So it’s a small place.   

 

I started blogging several years ago, because I had a lot to say, and I knew I couldn’t be the only one who was feeling like life was out of control since having kids.  I’m not.  But this year, this year I began to crack.  I felt like laughing wasn’t working anymore.  My sense of humor was waning.  So many things I thought we would figure out as a family weren’t getting figured out.  Things I had worried about and communicated still were just as fresh and real as the first time they had been brought to light.  

 
Lunch Detention PDF Print E-mail
Written by CC   
Tuesday, 08 October 2013 08:15

 

So I’m driving to my kids’ school to pick up my kids. 

 

And the phone rings.

 

And it’s the school my kids go to, that I am on my way to.

 

Why the hell is the school calling me on my way to get them?  I check the time.  They are still in class.

 

Yes, it’s been another tough year for my son with ADD.  It’s been a bitch.  He’s failing.  I’m a wreck about it.  And my other son, well, he’s been a pistol too.  Which one is this about?  Did Mack fail another test?  Did Zoom eat another child on the playground…  and deny it?  Which should I punish him for…  eating another child or lying?
 
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