Monday, June 28, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
The other day, in spite of our Summer relaxed bedtime rules, Jonah wanted me to read him a book upstairs. Ok. We went up alone together and read one of our favorites by Eric Carle, The Very Hungry Caterpillar. And he had his snack as we watched that little caterpillar get fat for the 100th time and turn into a butterfly. And then, as usual, he brushed his teeth and we turned out the lights. "Mommy, will you lay with me for a minute?" Sure baby. He asks me every time. Even though he knows he doesn't have to. "Mommy, will you scratch my back a little bit?" Sure baby. Then, as I get up after a good scratching, "Mommy, can I have a sip of water?" Sure baby. Every single time. Exactly the same routine. I kiss him and tell him good night and he's my best boy. I love you. "I love you too." And every single time, I am amazed by him.
The other day, I was in a mad rush to get home from work and get out of the house for baseball. Running around like a crazy person gathering what we needed. I was a mess. My love reminded me on the way that it didn't matter if we were late. It just DID NOT MATTER. What was important was that we were all together and enjoying, loving each other. He was so calm. I was mad at myself for not being the same. Stupid. And as usual, I was amazed by him. I should have told him so.
I am constantly amazed that these three human beings make me feel like and strive to be a better person. Every day they keep working on me. And I'm trying every day to be more amazing for them.
So, today, I took my Friday off. Yes, I could have worked and "made up time." But today, I wanted to have an amazing day. So, I did.
Day at the park, take-out hot dogs back to the park for a picnic, Ms. Kelly joining us for hot dogs, pool...then slip-n-slide. Yes, I crammed as much in as I possibly could.
I love you, my three Amazings.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
I spent the entire day with my boy on Tuesday. He had an appointment with a Rock Star. Well, not literally. A Rock Star in the Speech Therapy world though. He's a well published doctor and expert in his field.....and he's right here in my city...at Children's. It took us months to see him, but it was well worth the wait. To make a long story short, the Rock Star looked at me and said something like this... "We can fix this with therapy. He does not need surgery. I want to do it here. I want my people to work with him and I want to oversee his progress." The look on my face must have revealed my pure shock. Who are you and what planet are you from? You are a Rock Star and you want to take time out of your busy days to help my boy? Again, how did we find you?
Later, as I thought of his incredible passion for what he does and true concern for my child, I was nearly brought to tears. See, all a Mom wants to do is provide this type of care for her child and sometimes it is so hard to find. When we do, it's the greatest, most wonderful type of wonderful. I just want to scream to the heavens, Thank You!! Maybe it is silly. It's just speech. There are families tackling so much worse and I understand that. We've had worse challenges ourselves. But right now, all I am thinking is that this is my baby...my boy. Everything that concerns him is a big deal to me.
I've been walking on a cloud since we left. I mean, we have a lot of therapy coming our way, juggling of time, and who knows if it can be corrected totally, but I'm good. I'm not worried anymore because we are being taken care of by a gifted Angel. I can rest easy.
I took something else with me from this experience. Huge revelation really. If we were all this passionate about what we do everyday...Wow. How wonderful this world could be. How even more wonderful.
I think Jonah will remember his Rock Star Speech Doctor when he is older. As he thinks of what he wants to do with his life, I'll tell him this, "Remember Dr. Riski? Helping or inspiring others is the best gift you can give back to this world. Do something you have passion for...something you love. And, you and the people around you will always be happy."
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Thursday, June 10, 2010
So, I didn't mean to make her cry, my Diana Barry. I need to make it right. Usually, I'm the one she would get to laugh at uncontrollably. Yeah, I fell up the steps first day of school Freshman year. That was a good one. I busted it lots of times. Probably the best one was at cheerleading camp when I ran a sprint and jumped some object as if it was an Olympic hurdle. Didn't quite make it over. Even the blood couldn't keep her from stopping that loud laugh of hers. I'm glad to go through the pain and embarrassment just to hear that laugh though. We hardly ever see each other anymore. At times I send her a message and I can just imagine her laughing at her desk or wherever. Like the time I was walking up from the lunchroom at work with my salad, Diet Coke, and in my heals of course. Something happened and yes, I landed face forward. Saved the salad! All the way to my desk I laughed. And I imagined her laughing with me. I'm sure that will always be the case. So, in a way, I guess she's always with me.
Guess I shouldn't go into the fact that she was by my side on that April day too...maybe later. For now...
"I solemnly swear to remain faithful to my bosom friend, Diana Barry, for as long as the sun and the moon shall endure." Anne Shirley, Anne of Green Gables by L.M. Montgomery
Don't cry Diana. You know who you are. Nothing to cry about here. It's all good. Same old me really. Just letting it all out. Open book I guess. Why not? It feels good. I promise to keep making you laugh. Always.
This one's for you babe. Now dance.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Sunday, June 6, 2010
How in the world did I find him anyway? I saw him in the hallway in high school one day. I remember that day our eyes met. He didn't say a word. But there was a connection. Who is that guy? That older guy with the most amazing blue eyes I had ever seen. He drove a black
Somehow, he finally said something. Talked for hours and hours and hours. So easy. Most of the time while he was working a midnight shift. Cori kept asking....no, we're just friends I said. She knew better. So did Mama.
Summer after my freshman year was the beginning. It's been now..wow...nearly 21 years. I haven't thought of that in a long time. I actually had to just do the math. Married for.....more math.....almost 13 years. We have never broken up....never really been apart. Crazy ha?
So as you've guessed, today my love is 40. I remember when he turned 21. I made strawberry cupcakes. Then, I managed to make enough to shape them into a huge 21. I can see it just like yesterday, displayed on my Mom's kitchen table and waiting for him to come see. I even remember the smile on his face. I'm feeling a little old right now. And probably embarrassing him.
We've been through a lot. I've chased my dreams and he followed me. Then, he chased his dreams and I followed him. We've been through hard times, wouldn't be normal if we didn't. We've helped each other through some of the most difficult, unexpected trials in life. How could I have ever survived that April Day without him. He helped me breathe again when I felt like I just couldn't anymore. And so many more moments he only knows. We've been together through the most wonderful miracles in life. Seeing him hold our children for the first time. Unexplainable. Pure happiness and joy.
Amazing that I found him in that same little town I grew up in. So incredibly amazing. I feel like the luckiest person most days when I look in his eyes. I love my husband. I love our children. I love my life.
Wish I could travel back in time. Wish I could run up to him in that crowded high school hallway and say, "We are going to have a great life! You are going to make all my dreams come true, and I'm going to love you forever." Give him a huge kiss and run on to class.
Happy Birthday Love. You more than complete me...you saved me. I love you.