It's 11:46 PM so technically it is still Mother's Day.
Traditionally, this is a day when we honor those who do so much for us and who we barely remember to thank EVER. So we set aside this one special day when we say "Thank you mom. I know I cab be a horrific mess sometimes, but today I am putting in an extra effort and today I will be good because I love you." You know we all do it.
You also know that come tomorrow - we will all go back to being the wonderful children we are.
You see - children aren't meant to be grounded on the earth with us, they are the wings to make our lessons to them soar.
So I will take my once yearly remembrance from husband, son, parents, and whomever wishes to give it to me. It is gratefully received.
What made today even more special was the fact that two of my dear friends - Tee Mooris and Pip Ballentine finally made it doubly official and were married in the eyes of the church (today), the state (in November), their family (today) some of whom came from as far away as New Zealand, and friends (both times, but more this time) to have their second celebration. It was wonderful we could come, and even more wonderful that the thought didn't even cross my mind that I shouldn't bring Sammy. Tee, Pip - thank you for including my family. And Pip - happy OFFICIAL first Mother's Day to you.
I now have 4 minutes to finish, edit a bit and send it up to Blogger so let me just say this.
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY EVERYONE!!!
Lisa, Eric & Sammy
Moore
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Friday, May 11, 2012
Happy Mother's Day to me...
For those of you who are lucky enough to have a little one in your life you know that you will probably be joyfully wearing a piece of hand made jewelry that wouldn't normally make it through your discerning fingers at a swap meet or hanging a picture on the wall/fridge that would probably be aimed at the trashcan if it weren't for the fact that your little one made it for you.
Not only that - made it for Mother's Day. How amazingly special.
For all you teachers out there who have worked hard this week ensuring that we mom's know we are appreciated, thank you. I love my "Oh No, Mr. (smiling) Bill"pin with all my heart - but please don't be offended if I don't wear it to a fancy restaurant. It wasn't, however, the pin and the pinch-pot jewelry container that have made this the best Mother's Day yet. It's still Friday and I already know this is a Mother's Day to beat all Mother's Days.
It's the card.
It's a simple card, fill in the blank with the words written by the teacher. But the words are my son's own and they are heartfelt, sweet and describe me the way I have always wanted to be described. For being able to get that on paper for me you teachers get a gold star.
For those of you who know me, who've read this blog or my FB page or just plain know me - you have probably heard me ranting and raving about the issues we seem to constantly face. My son didn't even say "Mama" until he was 3. Didn't say a full sentence until he the summer he turned 4 - it was "Wake up, Mama" for those of you keeping score. He is dyspraxic - also known as apraxia - and has issues with fine motor skills like talking, writing, walking a straight line.
Recently my husband, our educational consultant, and I have been working hard to ensure he has what he needs in school next year when he goes to Kindergarten. Personally, I have been so focused on the outcome that I have not taken the time to participate in the now. I skipped a field trip to stay at home and write up concerns I have about how the school system is handling his case. I fall asleep at 3:30 or 4 in the afternoon because the stress is just so much. It's been hard, and I have kept my eye on the prize, but sometimes I wonder if I am leaving the real prize behind as I strive for the one ahead of us. The prize where he goes on to college on a scholarship and does his best to overcome all the issues he has had.
Today my son soundly told me to stop beating myself up.
He didn't realize he was doing it, but he did. My son told me in no uncertain terms that I am his Mommy-Mama and that he sees me for exactly who I am and it was beautiful. Yes, the list describing us was guided, but it was pretty open to the child's interpretation as well. Here is what he said (his words are in ()'s):
"These are all the things I love about Mommy.
Mommy and I love to play (with blocks) together.
Mommy cooks the best (mac and cheese)
Mommy is smart because she can (cook stuff. My mom made challah!)
Mommy likes to go (with me.).
Mommy looks pretty when (she makes flowers.)
Mommy always says ("time to get up!")
The thing I love best about my Mommy is (that she "dos" everything.)"
So all the bedtime fights, all the problems getting out the door in the morning, all the issues with eating his carrots...none of those mean anything right now. I "dos" everything, look pretty in flowers and I like to go with my son.
What an amazing little boy.
Happy Mother's Day, everyone!
Not only that - made it for Mother's Day. How amazingly special.
For all you teachers out there who have worked hard this week ensuring that we mom's know we are appreciated, thank you. I love my "Oh No, Mr. (smiling) Bill"pin with all my heart - but please don't be offended if I don't wear it to a fancy restaurant. It wasn't, however, the pin and the pinch-pot jewelry container that have made this the best Mother's Day yet. It's still Friday and I already know this is a Mother's Day to beat all Mother's Days.
It's the card.
It's a simple card, fill in the blank with the words written by the teacher. But the words are my son's own and they are heartfelt, sweet and describe me the way I have always wanted to be described. For being able to get that on paper for me you teachers get a gold star.
For those of you who know me, who've read this blog or my FB page or just plain know me - you have probably heard me ranting and raving about the issues we seem to constantly face. My son didn't even say "Mama" until he was 3. Didn't say a full sentence until he the summer he turned 4 - it was "Wake up, Mama" for those of you keeping score. He is dyspraxic - also known as apraxia - and has issues with fine motor skills like talking, writing, walking a straight line.
Recently my husband, our educational consultant, and I have been working hard to ensure he has what he needs in school next year when he goes to Kindergarten. Personally, I have been so focused on the outcome that I have not taken the time to participate in the now. I skipped a field trip to stay at home and write up concerns I have about how the school system is handling his case. I fall asleep at 3:30 or 4 in the afternoon because the stress is just so much. It's been hard, and I have kept my eye on the prize, but sometimes I wonder if I am leaving the real prize behind as I strive for the one ahead of us. The prize where he goes on to college on a scholarship and does his best to overcome all the issues he has had.
Today my son soundly told me to stop beating myself up.
He didn't realize he was doing it, but he did. My son told me in no uncertain terms that I am his Mommy-Mama and that he sees me for exactly who I am and it was beautiful. Yes, the list describing us was guided, but it was pretty open to the child's interpretation as well. Here is what he said (his words are in ()'s):
"These are all the things I love about Mommy.
Mommy and I love to play (with blocks) together.
Mommy cooks the best (mac and cheese)
Mommy is smart because she can (cook stuff. My mom made challah!)
Mommy likes to go (with me.).
Mommy looks pretty when (she makes flowers.)
Mommy always says ("time to get up!")
The thing I love best about my Mommy is (that she "dos" everything.)"
So all the bedtime fights, all the problems getting out the door in the morning, all the issues with eating his carrots...none of those mean anything right now. I "dos" everything, look pretty in flowers and I like to go with my son.
What an amazing little boy.
Happy Mother's Day, everyone!
Friday, February 24, 2012
And now for something completely different...
For those of you who have read my blog this past week, thank you. Over 1000 hits in just a few days. Wow. An even bigger thank you for those of you who have left comments. It is time, however, for me to move on from this topic.
So, what next?
Well, for me I continue on as I have for quite some time now. I am just one chapter away from finishing my most recent novel. I think I need to focus there for right now or else it will NEVER get done.
In the meanwhile - feel free to check out the blogs of some friends of mine and the podcast I was on this week as well.
The Shared Desk - Two Writers, One Podcast and Various Points of View
Bun On The Run - What happens when you find out your pregnant RIGHT before the Olympic Trials
Philippa Ballentine - Author website
Tee Morris - Author Website
The Dreamer's Thread - Podcast Book
Designed By Starla - Book Covers a la carte
The Hobbesian Horoscope, 2/24/12 | Big Ugly Man Doll - Doug Lang
More soon. Promise!
So, what next?
Well, for me I continue on as I have for quite some time now. I am just one chapter away from finishing my most recent novel. I think I need to focus there for right now or else it will NEVER get done.
In the meanwhile - feel free to check out the blogs of some friends of mine and the podcast I was on this week as well.
The Shared Desk - Two Writers, One Podcast and Various Points of View
Bun On The Run - What happens when you find out your pregnant RIGHT before the Olympic Trials
Philippa Ballentine - Author website
Tee Morris - Author Website
The Dreamer's Thread - Podcast Book
Designed By Starla - Book Covers a la carte
The Hobbesian Horoscope, 2/24/12 | Big Ugly Man Doll - Doug Lang
More soon. Promise!
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