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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?
Rember When I Almost Burned Down the House? PDF Print E-mail
Written by CC   
Wednesday, 04 September 2013 11:37


 “Hey Mom!”


“Yes, dear.” 

“Remember that time you came in my room, and the blanket I had over the light bulb was smoking?”


“Well, I did it with plastic tonight.  It didn’t smoke.  But it made this circle that was melted on the plastic.”

“Oh, really?” 

“Yes, it made a circle on the plastic that melted, but it didn’t start smoking.  You have to see it!”


Oh, fucking awesome.  That’s great, son!  You didn’t burn the house down?  Super!  You should get an extra star on your behavior chart this week.  And why the freaking hell do you remember the night I saved you from burning to death by checking on you at midnight and removing the smoking baby blanket from your lamp THREE years ago…. BUT you don’t remember if the teacher at school asked you to finish this worksheet or whether you have the right book or whether…..  damn it all!!!

do NOT PDF Print E-mail
Written by CC   
Monday, 26 August 2013 08:48

Just a word of advice from someone who knows better.  Take a minute.  Take a breath.  Pull up a cup of green tea.  You’re gonna need the antioxidants after our little chat this morning.  But after our talk, you WILL be a better person.  You WILL thank me, if not outright.  You will thank me silently, after the f* word.  That’s ok.  Sometimes we hate the wise, the experienced, the giving.  Yes, that’s me.  All those things.  I am reminding you in case this upsets you in any way.  It upset me.


Whatever you do, do not clean your mirrors…  upside down. 

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