Dear son,
I have considered writing this to you for a long time now. I worried I wouldn't have the words to capture exactly what I wanted to say, and then I worried even more that one day you'd read a letter from your mama and wonder. I feared that you'd wonder if you were enough, or still perfect in our eyes, or too different to be all that we could ever imagine. And, then, I decided to write this letter because I knew. I knew you wouldn't wonder about these things because I would spend every last minute reminding you that you are perfect, created purposefully, and more than enough. You will not wonder because you will know. But my sweet boy, you are different, and God made you that way by no accident. He wove you into the being you are to teach us all that being different is absolutely a gift. It reminds us that we are all unique and that beauty and intelligence can look a million different ways. It reminds us to love and accept one another. You remind me each day to be patient. You remind me to love unconditionally and to embrace the differences we all possess.
You see, baby, telling us what you want and need is hard for you. It's incredibly difficult to see you work so hard to speak, to share all of the beautiful ideas you think of, and to pronounce the words that sometimes get stuck in your sweet little mouth. You have an extremely hard time pronouncing certain sounds which makes it extremely hard for us to understand what you are saying. I suppose the hardest part about all of this is that you work so hard and are so patient with us, sometimes repeating yourself 20 times. And still, after all of that, mama has no idea. I hate that. It breaks my heart thinking about all of times you've had to repeat yourself, or thought to bring us something to give clues, or to think of another way to say something. You are getting older now, and you know. You know people don't always know what you're talking about. You know you go to therapy twice a week and, of course, it's not like we're keeping those things a secret. It just seems like I only have a certain amount of time to tell you that you're incredibly smart, incredibly gifted, and loved so much. In our time together, I want to instill in you that you are not a problem that needs to be fixed. You are always worthy of all the respect in the world. If anything, I hope you demand it always because you've put in the work. You have taught about a million people already how to love differently. You are a constant reminder to be kind, and patient, and forgiving, and accepting. Certain people are here to light the way, and you are one of them.
Son, please always know that you are so loved by so many. You are not the trouble you sometimes have with speech. You are a deserving, worthy gift that we cherish. You will have to work hard, but you know what? A little hard work is good for you, so use it as an opportunity. I will admit that it is hard to accept that you will need to show courage with this. No parent wishes to see their child struggle in any area, but whether its speech or something else, every single person has their "something" to face head on.
You have blessed our lives more that you will ever know. Please just know, that on this journey, it is your job to hold your head up high. Remember that other's will try to bring you down and look for your differences. You are bigger. Let your heart react peacefully and let your words show your light. You are here to teach us all that while you may sound a bit different, that's okay. In the end, we're all different, and that's a good thing. Keep shining, my angel. Stay innocent and loving and snugly and happy and tenderhearted. Don't let that fade.
See how hard you work? You should be proud of that. Your therapist and your teachers at school tell us every day how smart and friendly and well behaved you are. But, of course, we already knew that. No matter what struggles a person may deal with each day, all they can be is their best. And that is exactly what you are.... the best.
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Preschool graduation.
Cupcakes just scream "celebration!" in our house.
And celebrate we did.
We broke out our vintage cake stand.
Whipped up a bunch of beauties.
Added the meticulous details so they were just so.
Did a cheers!
And we were ready.
Well, she was ready.
The last day of preschool had arrived. She rose two hours before school started. She whispered, "Mama, is it time?" She got dressed, we braided her hair, I made her lunch, and as I poured her yogurt, I felt it. A huge lump formed in my throat and surprised me. I didn't even know I was sad. I ran outside with my phone because I knew if I looked at her, I would lose it. I called Mike. No answer. I called my sister in law. I lost it. Sobs. Mike called me back. More sobbing.
I couldn't help but think a little piece of her was leaving.
But then, I focused on where she was going as she left. She was walking into a world of friends. A world of learning new things. A world of independence. And those are great places to go.
And she is pleased.
And she knows Jesus is with her wherever she may go.
So I am pleased too.
As she graduated from preschool, we celebrated.
We focused on new school traditions. New ways to carry memories from year to year.
To write our story.
Her story.
The story, so far, includes cupcakes, pictures on the porch, window writing, after school cheeseburgers, Oh! The Places You Will Go teacher signatures in her special book.
Some time together outside to welcome summer!
A few balloons!
Sun.
Family.
Our story will always evolve with each school year.
We will learn as we go.
But as we celebrate throughout this first chapter,
We will beam.
And bring flowers.
And cheer on the little girl in the stripes who fills ours lives like no other girl ever could.
Our eyes will lock onto her.
Yes, there were many, many beautiful little babies on that stage that night. But, I saw one. The one I dreamed of before I knew her. She is captivating. She is beautiful. And she is more than I deserve.
This girl is pure sunshine.
She is so, so loved.
May, 23, 2012. She walked across the stage of the preschool and scooped up her diploma.
Her family watched.
They love her so well.
And, so we celebrated.
Together.
And surrounded her with happiness.
Because she is now a KINDERGARTENER! and because she is our everything.
Regan, sweetheart, you are outdoing yourself each day. You. are. magic.
And celebrate we did.
We broke out our vintage cake stand.
Whipped up a bunch of beauties.
Added the meticulous details so they were just so.
Did a cheers!
And we were ready.
Well, she was ready.
The last day of preschool had arrived. She rose two hours before school started. She whispered, "Mama, is it time?" She got dressed, we braided her hair, I made her lunch, and as I poured her yogurt, I felt it. A huge lump formed in my throat and surprised me. I didn't even know I was sad. I ran outside with my phone because I knew if I looked at her, I would lose it. I called Mike. No answer. I called my sister in law. I lost it. Sobs. Mike called me back. More sobbing.
I couldn't help but think a little piece of her was leaving.
But then, I focused on where she was going as she left. She was walking into a world of friends. A world of learning new things. A world of independence. And those are great places to go.
And she is pleased.
And she knows Jesus is with her wherever she may go.
So I am pleased too.
As she graduated from preschool, we celebrated.
We focused on new school traditions. New ways to carry memories from year to year.
To write our story.
Her story.
The story, so far, includes cupcakes, pictures on the porch, window writing, after school cheeseburgers, Oh! The Places You Will Go teacher signatures in her special book.
Some time together outside to welcome summer!
A few balloons!
Sun.
Family.
Our story will always evolve with each school year.
We will learn as we go.
But as we celebrate throughout this first chapter,
We will beam.
And bring flowers.
And cheer on the little girl in the stripes who fills ours lives like no other girl ever could.
Our eyes will lock onto her.
Yes, there were many, many beautiful little babies on that stage that night. But, I saw one. The one I dreamed of before I knew her. She is captivating. She is beautiful. And she is more than I deserve.
This girl is pure sunshine.
She is so, so loved.
May, 23, 2012. She walked across the stage of the preschool and scooped up her diploma.
Her family watched.
They love her so well.
And, so we celebrated.
Together.
And surrounded her with happiness.
Because she is now a KINDERGARTENER! and because she is our everything.
Regan, sweetheart, you are outdoing yourself each day. You. are. magic.
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Questions and a day.
So, I still have a bunch of reader's questions to tackle, and I'm taking sooooo long. I felt like I had to come up with really insightful responses in order to be attentive and thorough. Instead, I have decided to just answer the dag gone things. So, here's three quickies.
-How do you remain so positive all the time being a full time mom? I'm not one yet but being a teacher I know it can be tiring, stressful, and overwhelming. You always have a smile on your face and inspire me. How do you do it?
Umm, well, thank you. But, I am not positive all the time. Actually, quite a bit I decide to be a human and be really negative, and impatient, and a real pain. Everyone has a light in them, and everyone has darkness. I choose, whenever I possibly can, to shine the light. But, in NO WAY does that mean I'm full of sun rays and unicorn dust. It's just a choice each moment on how to react. I am very conscious these days to choose light so that my kids can see that life is fun, full, and satisfying if you let it be.
-What would be the first reaction if one your children told you they thought they were gay?
I''ll just keep on loving those kids. I can not predict who my children love. I can not predict if or when they will get married or have babies of their own. What I can predict that I will love those two children something fierce until the end of time. The only thing they will ever need to do to keep their mother happy is to keep themselves happy. No matter what choice they make for themselves as they grow, as long as it is for them and truly feels right, I'm on board. My love is unwavering, it is not conditional, and will certainly never change.
-What album do you daydream to?
I wouldn't really consider myself a daydreamer, but some of the first stations I choose on Pandora are The Avett Brothers, Jamie Cullum, Guster, Jason Mraz, Lady Antebellum, Josh Turner, Ray LaMontage, and The Band Perry.
I want to say thank you so much for all of the feedback from last night's post titled "Proceed Without Caution." One particular text I received showed me that some folks really do have the courage to be encouraging. I really hope she doesn't mind that I share. It was the best text I've ever seen. It read, "Just read your newest blog post. Made me feel like throwing my hands in the air and scream, "F#*K Yeah!"
If that isn't encouragement, I just don't know what is. I'm trying to reach people. Reach out to tell a story. Not because I have anything someone else doesn't... Whatever it is, I really don't need a pat on the back for anything I do, but dang it feels good to rally the troops to live the shit out of life. So, thanks guys. Really.
Today we packed up to see my itty bitty princess of a niece perform her end of the school year songs. She's the gorgeous one in front.And, sitting up front watching her are some of my other favorite small people.
And, the smallest favorite, G.
These cousins are hands down the most loving, adorable group of babies I ever did know.
My two loves.
And then, my sister in law took all of us out for pizza. She just made our day with that surprise.
Next we were off to some home improvement stores to grab some items to pimp out the back patio.
A lovely lady instructed me not to let the kids ride on the flatbed cart and told them not to be so loud. Twice... in the most condescending way she could muster. In my mind I said, "Thank you so much for caring about my children's' safety and noise levels more than I do. I really love when 80 year old ladies teach me about parenting while rolling their eyes. I'm sure nothing has changed since you birthed YOUR children 60 years ago. Nowrun hobble along and get back to your petunias."
After, I celebrated not putting an old lady in a head lock! GO ME!!
New fire pit, and Iworked my ass off planted cucumbers, tomatoes, strawberries, broccoli, basil, and mint.
All while my man was in a suite watching the Pacers game. Sounds pretty even, really.
Gigi, neighbors, and kids roasting marshmallows to break in the new pit.
Jammie time. Bed time. Tea time. Each day involves a choice. What'd you choose today?
-How do you remain so positive all the time being a full time mom? I'm not one yet but being a teacher I know it can be tiring, stressful, and overwhelming. You always have a smile on your face and inspire me. How do you do it?
Umm, well, thank you. But, I am not positive all the time. Actually, quite a bit I decide to be a human and be really negative, and impatient, and a real pain. Everyone has a light in them, and everyone has darkness. I choose, whenever I possibly can, to shine the light. But, in NO WAY does that mean I'm full of sun rays and unicorn dust. It's just a choice each moment on how to react. I am very conscious these days to choose light so that my kids can see that life is fun, full, and satisfying if you let it be.
-What would be the first reaction if one your children told you they thought they were gay?
I''ll just keep on loving those kids. I can not predict who my children love. I can not predict if or when they will get married or have babies of their own. What I can predict that I will love those two children something fierce until the end of time. The only thing they will ever need to do to keep their mother happy is to keep themselves happy. No matter what choice they make for themselves as they grow, as long as it is for them and truly feels right, I'm on board. My love is unwavering, it is not conditional, and will certainly never change.
-What album do you daydream to?
I wouldn't really consider myself a daydreamer, but some of the first stations I choose on Pandora are The Avett Brothers, Jamie Cullum, Guster, Jason Mraz, Lady Antebellum, Josh Turner, Ray LaMontage, and The Band Perry.
I want to say thank you so much for all of the feedback from last night's post titled "Proceed Without Caution." One particular text I received showed me that some folks really do have the courage to be encouraging. I really hope she doesn't mind that I share. It was the best text I've ever seen. It read, "Just read your newest blog post. Made me feel like throwing my hands in the air and scream, "F#*K Yeah!"
If that isn't encouragement, I just don't know what is. I'm trying to reach people. Reach out to tell a story. Not because I have anything someone else doesn't... Whatever it is, I really don't need a pat on the back for anything I do, but dang it feels good to rally the troops to live the shit out of life. So, thanks guys. Really.
Today we packed up to see my itty bitty princess of a niece perform her end of the school year songs. She's the gorgeous one in front.And, sitting up front watching her are some of my other favorite small people.
And, the smallest favorite, G.
These cousins are hands down the most loving, adorable group of babies I ever did know.
My two loves.
And then, my sister in law took all of us out for pizza. She just made our day with that surprise.
Next we were off to some home improvement stores to grab some items to pimp out the back patio.
A lovely lady instructed me not to let the kids ride on the flatbed cart and told them not to be so loud. Twice... in the most condescending way she could muster. In my mind I said, "Thank you so much for caring about my children's' safety and noise levels more than I do. I really love when 80 year old ladies teach me about parenting while rolling their eyes. I'm sure nothing has changed since you birthed YOUR children 60 years ago. Now
After, I celebrated not putting an old lady in a head lock! GO ME!!
New fire pit, and I
All while my man was in a suite watching the Pacers game. Sounds pretty even, really.
Gigi, neighbors, and kids roasting marshmallows to break in the new pit.
Jammie time. Bed time. Tea time. Each day involves a choice. What'd you choose today?
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