Month: October 2013

Fear

What is fear? Halloween is here, and my kindergartener is terrified. He doesn’t care about witches and skeletons and the like. He’s afraid of the unknown. The prospect of wearing his costume to school, participating in a costume parade, and joining in a class party are causing him panic attacks. The most highly anticipated day of the entire school year…

Therapeutic: adj. curative, restorative, healing

My five-year-old has started daily behavior therapy. For a couple of hours every afternoon, he works on reading, identifying patterns, following directions, and honing his fine motor skills among other things. We both love it—he, because someone other than me is introducing lots of new toys and games into our home daily while giving him oodles of attention and reinforcement;…

What Special-Needs Families Do

I’m going to write about what families with special-needs children do. But before I get into that, I’m eulogizing the beautiful weather which has filled my home with sunlight and the dappled shadows of the bright yellow cottonwood leaves outside. We’ve reached the cusp of the lovely fall weather. It’s about ready to be blown out by something cold and…

Here’s to Good Health

“Mom?” said my eldest, as I retrieved tomato sauce from the cold storage room. “I’ve noticed you’re starting to cook again. I really love it.” This is what happens when you spend the month of October in a netherworld of perpetual illness. But then you emerge, and make dinner, and a few people notice, and are happy. Perhaps my rendezvous…

How to Blow Your Top at Church: A Guide

In case you were wondering how to go completely off the rails at church, I’ve made some notes: A) Decide you are fed up! with leaving church because a certain kid is getting loud and screamy, but then later coming back to church because you have a calling. A separate calling, in addition to your life-long parenting gig of your…

Welcome to Our Messy Home

Since I have been under the weather, I have come to terms with living in a messy house. I actually saw this as progress, as Younger Me would have crawled from her sickbed to shine the bathrooms and put away everyone’s backpacks anyway. I am mildly pleased with myself for accepting the squalor. When Charlie created an art installation from…

Train Wrecks are Part of the Journey

Part I I am convinced that the beastly illness which turned me into a seasick, shivering automaton for the past 12 days can be largely blamed on the fact that I am run down and weary. And possibly immuno-suppressed. Being a wreck of a mother for the better part of the past two weeks because of a virus taught me…

I’ll Move Past the Crabbiness. Probably.

I’ve been too much of a Negative Nancy of late. I’m going to stay crabby (briefly) and blame the unwanted virus that has wiped me out for a solid week. Perhaps I shall speak directly to the disease. Dear Horrible Stinky Virus,I don’t like you. Here’s why:You have made parenting especially hard for me recently. You have no regard for a…

I’d Like Some Cheese With My Whine

There is a villain in my house. Currently, he is lurking in the shadows, creeping from room to room, and leaving havoc in his wake. It’s totally not even a happy, spooky Halloween-type villain either. Dude is a real jerk. A total bully. Every special-needs family knows the villain called regression. I seriously can’t stand this creep. He has moved in,…