Monday, February 22, 2010
How do other moms do it?
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
HELP!!!
Okay so I remember way back when Dusty was 2 and started dressing himself. Some of the outfits (ok, most of them) were totally mismatched. I would usually let him wear the clothes he picked out, unless we were heading somewhere. For a few months I would change his clothes before leaving the house, but then I learned that it didn't really matter and was just greatful that he was dressing himself. Sometimes it was really hard and I wanted to intervene. Now him being 7, I have had lots of experience in letting him dress how he wants to. He usually picks out the dorkiest things to wear (he has nice stuff in his closet, he just won't wear them!) but it's not a big deal to me anymore. Well, not too long ago I was talking to Chris and told him how I looked up to those parents who let their children be themselves and help them be who they really are. So what was I to do when Dusty came out of the bathroom looking like this? It was on Monday (Presidents Day and no school) and I had a lot of running around to do and the kiddos had to go with me. Dusty really wanted his hair like this, so it stayed that way all day, in the stores and all.
Spring Fever
Saturday, January 30, 2010
2010
Kyrie is now 13 months! She has such a cute personaltiy and we are all crazy about her. She really adds so much to our family. It seems she learns new things everyday. After 3 weeks of walking she is now running. She goes up and down the slide all by herself, she gives kisses and has the cutest little wave. Last Sunday another little girl her age walked up to us and Ky wrapped her arms around her, patted her back, laid her hear on her shoulder and kept saying, "Oh". I bet she did that for 2 minutes. It was SO precious! The other little girl just ignored her and kept going after the toys. But it was the sweetest thing. She brightens up our world! She is quite the talker and jabbers all day, but is also saying quite a few things. She says: mom, dad, ya, thank you, bye bye, take it, I get it, I got it, here you go, Uh oh, cucka, and love ya. She also is now a lover of chapstick and lotion (just like her mom!).Family Fun
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Life Is Not Easy
This morning I was looking over the Vernal newspaper online as I do every Thursday. I usually just glance over it, I hardly ever read an article. But once in awhile something grabs my attention and for some unknown reason the obituaries of the young always are an interest to me. Today there was an obituary about a 12 year old boy. It talked about a few things that he was good at and loved to do. Near the end it said, "Life was not easy for -----, he had challenges many did not understand". That just kinda hit home for me. We have special challenges in our family, which most people have NO idea about. It takes a toll on our whole family and it can become very draining. Some people have seen a glimpse of it and brush it off as nothing. But to me and my family, it is HUGE.
These challenges quite often arise in public. I've had several strangers confront me and give me their very cruel opinions or comments. Some of them have been very traumitizing to me. I've learned to try my hardest to disregard their reactions. They certainly don't know what they are talking about, they are clueless about our situation. Some people smile, they have probably been through it a time or two and are just glad it's not them. But for us, it happens almost everywhere we go, and also at home. Some people are angels. I have had a couple of strangers help me through the most trying times of my life. Most recently while dealing with our special challenges in public, a stranger in the distance locked her eyes on mine. As she got closer she stopped. She talked to me for a minute and told me that I was doing my best, and that I needed to put a smile on my face and stand up tall. I just wanted to bawl. In fact I did, I later called Chris to tell him about it and couldn't hold back the tears. I have had maybe a handful of strangers through the years that have made a difference like she did that day.
Sometimes I can also brush our issues off and laugh about them. But it can be hard since we deal with them almost daily. For the most part, they are getting much better! I hope they go away! I have learned to be on the defense about these challenges, because of some of our past experiences. It can also be a very sensitive subject, with the emotions so close to the surface ready to explode.
What I need to do IS stand up tall - every time! I need to forget about me. My child is not doing this to me. My child has challenges most of us don't understand. I don't think that even he, himself understands. I know my child, but I certainly don't understand. We all have challenges, some of them last minutes, some for our whole life. My child most definately has challenges, and life has not been easy for him. But as I read the obituary this morning I was able to see our issues in a different light. These are his challenges, it's not about ME! I am not the victim. I have to stand up tall, instead of feeling beaten down all the time. I have to be there for him, to help him through it all. I love my child. I love my children - all 3 of them!
These challenges quite often arise in public. I've had several strangers confront me and give me their very cruel opinions or comments. Some of them have been very traumitizing to me. I've learned to try my hardest to disregard their reactions. They certainly don't know what they are talking about, they are clueless about our situation. Some people smile, they have probably been through it a time or two and are just glad it's not them. But for us, it happens almost everywhere we go, and also at home. Some people are angels. I have had a couple of strangers help me through the most trying times of my life. Most recently while dealing with our special challenges in public, a stranger in the distance locked her eyes on mine. As she got closer she stopped. She talked to me for a minute and told me that I was doing my best, and that I needed to put a smile on my face and stand up tall. I just wanted to bawl. In fact I did, I later called Chris to tell him about it and couldn't hold back the tears. I have had maybe a handful of strangers through the years that have made a difference like she did that day.
Sometimes I can also brush our issues off and laugh about them. But it can be hard since we deal with them almost daily. For the most part, they are getting much better! I hope they go away! I have learned to be on the defense about these challenges, because of some of our past experiences. It can also be a very sensitive subject, with the emotions so close to the surface ready to explode.
What I need to do IS stand up tall - every time! I need to forget about me. My child is not doing this to me. My child has challenges most of us don't understand. I don't think that even he, himself understands. I know my child, but I certainly don't understand. We all have challenges, some of them last minutes, some for our whole life. My child most definately has challenges, and life has not been easy for him. But as I read the obituary this morning I was able to see our issues in a different light. These are his challenges, it's not about ME! I am not the victim. I have to stand up tall, instead of feeling beaten down all the time. I have to be there for him, to help him through it all. I love my child. I love my children - all 3 of them!
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