tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53509583170600087882024-02-07T20:47:31.577-06:00Spicy Dragons & DinosaursWe have "Waited for Hari" and brought home a Spicy Dragon from JiangXi, China.
Julia has discovered dinosaurs and her mature parents feel like dinosaurs sometimes. Add to that our move to the badger state, our globe trotting Jei-Jei, and a peke named Latkah.Suzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05381348178040472758noreply@blogger.comBlogger1618125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350958317060008788.post-18111327948627640132012-10-01T20:09:00.000-05:002012-10-03T10:52:33.072-05:00the last of spicy dragons & dinosaurs<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">It has taken me awhile to claim who and what I am. And I am still claiming and discovering what I want to take on and what should be left behind -- umm, nothing is left behind but some things need to be put on the back burner of spirit. Sure, I need to shed some unnecessary, useless and hurtful experiences, but I don’t have that many of those. The cliché of saying that I am moving on has purpose. Finally, moving on is what I am feeling. I would so much rather stay where I am -- mentally, physically, spiritually -- but I cannot. What I mean is that I cannot stay where I was/am and survive. And my aim has always been more than survival. I want to thrive. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">And so, this is my last entry on Spicy Dragons & Dinosaurs and my first entry on smoothed stones. It is not easy to make this change. I have been pushing for so many changes. All the cleaning and sorting and junking is both liberating and sad. This change of writing venue is the same.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Autumn has always felt like a new year’s time. Happy Autumn. Come and read on <a href="http://newblogforsuzanne.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">smoothed stones.</a></span><br />
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One last Julia report: <span style="font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 0px;">A most faithful reader and friend asked me to give a status report on Julia, specifically whether last year's battle of the bug bites resolved itself, if Julia still prefer dresses over pants, how whether there was any changes after last spring’s Bus Stop adventure.</span><span style="font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 0px;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 0px;">And so, to satisfy my curious “admirers” . . .</span><span style="font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 0px;"> </span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">First, in case I have not said it before, Julia is really enjoying her reprise of fourth grade. I feel that the decision to have her repeat the grade was completely on target. Julia is ready for some of the work and is doing more with her class. I’d say she is working on about a second grade level although her reading may be closer to third. All this is such progress! She still needs support to keep her on task and to encourage her to interact in appropriate ways. She does her homework with me or her therapists and works hard at it. She is very good in spelling (her Dad would be so proud. Finally, another speller in the family.) and her penmanship is excellent. Her writing is very simple but she is writing the paragraphs that she is assigned and writing page-long stories (that don’t always make straight line narrative sense) for me in her free time. She is getting quicker with her addition and subtraction math facts and beginning to be able to use those facts in simple word problems. I took out her current IEP for her speech therapist, and realized that she may make most of her goals for the year -- we do a new IEP in January. If she does, this will be the first time that she has made the predicted progress. I am very excited to see her next steps will be.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Julia still has a few bug bites on her body. But very few, maybe 6 or 7. She has a few on one wrist which were the toughest to keep from scratching and picking, and another few on her leg which have just hung on. We still put on moisturizing lotion and the herbal itch cream that we have. She also wears socks and gloves to bed. This has been a long siege but Julia and I have learned a good deal. I don’t think I will ever be glad that we found this sensitivity, but we used it learn about healing, will power, resilience, and our relationship. No lesson is wasted. Certainly, not this one.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Julia is wearing pants most of the time. She has a favorite long skirt and still enjoys skirts and tights. On the weekends when I let her put on whatever she wants to wear, she will pick a skirt or dress more than half the time. But for school, she is in jeans. Julia is tall and skinny with long legs. The jeans look great and she knows it. I think that she sees herself more like the rest of the kids when she dresses in jeans -- I don’t think this is just mama projecting, but take that with a grain of salt. She tried wearing a skirt to horse back riding once this summer and it really hurt. Julia also like to dig in the dirt for bugs whenever she can and jeans go a long way in being comfortable and not looking incredibly dirty after playing the in the dirt. She appreciates that. Other than her preference for dresses or pants, Julia wears whatever I lay out for her on school days. Rarely does she voice any objection -- when she does, she can pick out what she wants. I am aware of buying clothes that help her fit in and also that look her age. It is not that she doesn’t like to pick out clothes but she does not have any interest in “style.” In that way, she is still a very much younger kid.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">And the upshot from the bus stop adventure -- my first experience watching Julia be bullied -- was pretty minimal. I spoke to the girl’s parents. The father accepted what I said, the mother denied that her daughter could do such a thing. I watch bus stop interactions like a hawk, but I know that there is a big playground out there and even Julia’s loving aides turn their heads for a moment. We have worked on responses to bullying together and using an iPad app. She has not been aware of anything this year and neither have I. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Julia still needs friends. There are candidates who are lovely girls with big hearts. It is Julia who needs to figure out what to do with friends. The give and take of conversation is still hard, as is the ability really be concerned about another person. But Julia grows and changes, and I hope that friendship will be a learned lesson.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Having a very hard time finding the time to sit down and write. I like the busy and I life being so tired at the end of the day that I don’t feel like writing but . . . Today, this afternoon, I had planned to write as soon as Julia’s therapist came, but got caught up in chores and cooking. Still, there is laundry to put away and move from washer to dryer, but I only have another 40 minutes and the rest of the day and evening is busy. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Trees are glorious. More color every day. And the temperature is warm and I can sit on the deck in the shade with a tee shirt and watch the slow fall of golden chips. I thought the other day about how I had wanted to be married in the fall but how we also wanted to marry at SLC. The only time we could use the school was when it was out and so August it was. I don’t mean to say that I had forgotten about that, but it was stored so far back there that it was virtually forgotten. Some things that have to do with my life with David come forward now yet while we were together, I didn’t give them a thought.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I brought the last of the books and records to Half Price Books today -- St. Vinnie’s really doesn’t take books or vinyl -- and I noticed that the garage is beginning to really clear out. A few more old pieces of furniture -- everything that belonged to David’s Nana who Cheshire called Great Nana is gone -- a few boxes for the church garage sale and an old bike and I am done. The quality of finish took my breath away. Even though I’ve been working towards it for a year now! I picked up an apple box to re-box Nana’s china. Oh, yeah. I forgot about that. Not that I had it but that it was Nana’s. I wanted to get rid of it but Cheshire is not ready to part with it. It will go to her at either my next move or her first permanent residence, which ever comes first. For now, it will go into a sturdy, newer box. I have some of the movie equipment that didn’t sell that might be donated to the kids museum--they like old machines--and I still have to poke around to see if anyone wants the dozen or so slide carousels.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I’ve been writing on another blog for LEND which I have been keeping off line until I was ready to launch a new personal blog, but I am still fiddling and unsatisfied so I will add it to the Family Internet Sites on the side of the page if anyone wants to take a peak.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">This entry has stayed on the drafting screen for more than 24 hours and I am ending it on Sunday. Last day of September.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Last night, I went to see a new Forward Theater production of 44 Plays for 44 Presidents (<a href="http://www.forwardtheater.com/on-stage/44-plays"><span style="color: #1919a7; letter-spacing: 0px;">http://www.forwardtheater.com/on-stage/44-plays</span></a>). Lovely and fun production. I stopped to say hi to Jen Grey, the director, and she told me that another small theater company east and south of here asked if they could read a few of the new plays that Forward produced, including David’s Kiritis. Funny to think that someone would want to read it without David having to send it out anywhere. Of course, perhaps he did.</span></div>
Suzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05381348178040472758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350958317060008788.post-9718035864938965452012-09-28T10:22:00.002-05:002012-09-28T10:22:29.004-05:00GratitudeThis morning for a myriad of very, very small and inconsequential reasons I felt sad and sorry for myself. So, I wasted two hours. And then I wrote an email that I needed to, included my sadness and the addressee called me and we chatted for a few minutes. Sadness is still a way of life. True. But time without purpose doesn't have to be. Living all my minutes to the fullest is still my aspiration. And to do that I need help. And the miracle of the day is that all I have to do to get that help is to suggest or hint. I don't even need to ask directly. How wondrous! That is the heaven, the joyful world. And I am so grateful.Suzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05381348178040472758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350958317060008788.post-7274849926491118652012-09-27T08:05:00.001-05:002012-09-27T08:05:56.290-05:00<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">The leaves! The leaves this morning! There are golden leaves this morning that were only hinted at yesterday. There will be a few days, coming tomorrow and very soon, when those leaves are so golden that even on a cloudy day they will light their world. I remember writing a long time ago, in Indiana, about those golden leafed trees. I had not remembered them from Jersey and never saw them in NYC, but in the midwest they are a treat for my eyes. And although they herald the coming cold and winter and end of summer’s comforts, they are so beautiful that for moments I forget their prophecy and bask in their splendor.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I woke up last night with my bed wet from sweat and my mind full of thoughts that would not let go. This was not the hot flashes of menopause which always woke me at the beginning of the coming warmth and coursed through me body from deep inside out. Those flashes shook me awake and I could not feign inattention. This was not those. Last night, I woke up in the midst, perhaps as an afterward. And I was not immediately awake but slowly came to myself and only later could I not get back to sleep. During my period of tossing, I thought of walking through doors again, walking out of comfort and into the challenge. I got up, made myself some hot milk, answered some email and read. This morning I am tired and slightly perplexed, but ready to walk into the new room.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I spent the day, in fact the better part of two days, organizing paper for LEND and all its separate topics and for Quest. The paper pile has been growing since the beginning of the month and it has been hard to figure out where what belonged. Then, today, after the plunge of the last few week, it was all clear enough to separate, tab, hole and put in binders. Now, it feels like the work, the real digging work can begin.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">And I swear that I noticed yesterday that a few trees has a bit of a red glaze on their outer most leaves and today, there is a lot of color in the leaves. Slow, slow, slow, and then very quick.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">And dreams are coming back. I can almost breathe a sign of relief. I was beginning to believe that I would never remember my dreams again. Since Saturday, I’ve remembered something when I awoke in the morning and on three of those mornings what I remember was dreams with David in them. They were not “visiting” dreams by any means -- last night, David was the grumpy, dissatisfied younger man from 10 or 15 years ago. When I woke up, I remember how much he has changed during the last few years of his life.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">And I enjoyed it -- the writing -- which, of course, makes me think of David who hand wrote all first drafts. I still don’t intend to abandon me keyboard, but I will take the idea of writing some by hand under consideration. I have allowed myself to fall out of the habit of daily writing because it was time to do that. Now, as the urge to write comes on again, I will pay attention to the mechanics. Perhaps some by-hand scribing would be of value.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I started to write yesterday and got distracted. Yesterday would have been David’s birthday. It is so strange to me to realize that there are very few people who would think about or remember the day. It continues to amaze me how the circle of memory has shrunk and there is no possibility that our family will grow in any way and more people will sit round a table one day and drink celebratory wine and eat home made cake for his natal day.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Julia told me that she had a "problem" in school today. She told me that she got angry at Mrs. Stork because she (Julia) wanted to be left alone and it was time to work on something, perhaps reading, with the class. Julia said that when she got angry, she called Mrs. Stork an "idiot" but did not hit or yell. She told me she was sent to room 208 to calm down and after she calmed down she went back to her class and worked. She said that this was the first time this year that she needed to leave her classroom. She said she had a hard time apologizing but that she knew that she hurt Mrs. Stork's feelings. She says that she will try to do better tomorrow and we talked about how she needs to work with her class whenever her teachers want her to. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">So, I wanted to check with you and find out how much of that is true and/or accurate. It was in the front of her mind when i picked her up. She was ready to talk about it as soon as I asked about her day and told me many more details than she used to. She is genuinely remorseful, although she feels very strongly that she wants to spend more time alone. If you have any ideas on how I can support her teachers, please let me know. Does she get time to be alone in school? I understand if you are trying to limit that kind of time -- she needs to work towards class time and participation -- I'd like to be able to talk about this at home but I need to know what you are working towards.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I'm also sorry that she calls people "idiot." It is not a term that I use, but she has heard it in too many kids' movies and she usually has the angry, sarcastic inflection down perfectly. From what Julia has told me, there was a good deal of name calling when she was in China, and she reaches for the worst word she knows when she is angry. She used to call us names in Chinese when she first came home. We never knew what they meant but the inflection was unmistakeable. If you think that I should address some way of extinguishing name calling, I can talk to her therapists. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">It also sounded like Julia got angry, calmed down, and was okay during the rest of the day. I was wondering if that was true. And I haven't even asked about behavior, but I would like to know how that is going. Is anger and behavior part of every day? And also, how difficult are transitions?</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I am two days back from my first Quest retreat. It was my first weekend away from Julia since David died. I left Julia with Comella who was her senior therapist last year and who has since become a friend. Her weekend was full of her usual appointments although they did not go to church. Instead, they went out to eat, went to the zoo, and visited with Comella’s family. Julia even read a bedtime story for a younger child at that younger child’s request. Comella told me about that and then yesterday, after Julia forgave me for leaving her for the weekend, she told me. She was pretty happy about being asked to read.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">We had an ambivalent reunion on Sunday afternoon and she kept me at a bit of a distance until Tuesday morning. It was a very stepped down version of how she acted a few months after she came home and I went back to work in Chicago. After we did strong sitting on Tuesday, she told me how much she missed me. And that was sweet.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I was a bit of a mess before I left for the retreat. Physically anxious which was a rather new reaction for me. I had arranged to carpool with someone to the retreat, and then at the last minute, I cancelled because I needed to drive myself. Control! Not just my kid’s obsession. Mostly I needed to have access to my own transportation whenever I needed it. Comella texted me each night and sent a picture which was a really good anchor for me. Quest participants were supposed to give up all electronic devices -- contact with the outside world -- other than emergency, but it was fine for me to have this little crutch.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">The retreat itself was pretty wonderful and two days home, I am wondering how I can incorporate some of what I am learning into my every-day life. The peace, intensity, quiet time, writing time, sense of wonder and depth of soul living. And this was only the first retreat. Well, I didn’t learn all of that. What I got was a taste of an altered life and I see it as having a good deal of value for me at this time. </span></div>
Suzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05381348178040472758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350958317060008788.post-31094257598505879402012-09-18T22:51:00.002-05:002012-09-18T22:51:59.130-05:00<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Julia is starting art therapy today. Lissa, the therapist, has dinosaur pieces out and Julia is building. She is concentrated but she does have a bit of divided attention. She responds when Lissa tells her about the time and she in interested in the bits of colored paper that Lissa put on the table between them. It is hard to get Julia from the playing with the dinosaurs to the next activity, check in.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Lissa asks Julia to pick out a color that expresses how she feels. Julia plays with the dinosaur that is still on the table and also wants the Mario figure to pick a color. Finally, she picks blue and says that she feels happy.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Lissa asks, “Are you ready to draw?” The assignment is to draw what you like so that they can get to know one another. Julia starts with a rainbow and talks about a safe rainbow place where dinosaurs live. She decides to keep thieves out. When they take money from someone, Julia tricks the thieves and also bites them. She gets the money back and gives it to the person it belongs to. Her story continues in loops. She answers Lissa’s questions in a very free form way. Although the rainbow takes a long time to draw and color, Julia answers questions and keeps the story moving forward.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I spent most of the day reading the education report for Lisa at DRW. On first impression, I am frustrated that I am 30 pages in and there are very few new facts. Perhaps I didn’t know the exact stats on how many 20-somethings can’t find work or the percentage of college students who graduate in 2 or 4 years, but most of what I’ve read is current newspaper content. I am taking notes but I am a bit disappointed.</span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Tonight, I am doing the online “courses” on hospital emergency procedures and HIPAA -- not that anyone is going to let me administer anything but I need it to be in the clinic at Waisman. But then again, its nice to know something and emergency procedures are never a waste of time. HIPAA, on the other hand, . . .</span><br />
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Suzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05381348178040472758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350958317060008788.post-19890990161751773062012-09-18T22:50:00.001-05:002012-09-18T22:50:52.192-05:00Written 16 September 2012<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.” ― Lao Tzu</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I saw the quote a few days ago and had some idea that it pertained to what was going on, but then never wrote. I am always so sure that those days when I have wonderful ideas but not time are the days when I would have been eloquent. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">It is after three in the afternoon and the yard sale is virtually over, but it is lovely sitting out under Maria’s pear tree with my glass of cool water and my computer to scribble into. I’ll put things away soon. Just not this minute. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">So I got rid of some things -- two of six bookcases. The best two. Lots of records and all the bit frames. Toys and clothes, although there is still a few bags for St Vinnie’s. All but one of David’s hats. The sofa table that we took from great nana’s house and used for 35 years. (I just found someone to make me one -- longer and plainer than great nana’s, and not too expensive at all.) No one touched the projectors or the camera -- I’ll keep them on craig’s list -- or the posters or the clay pots that I reluctantly decided to part with. Also the three sets of wine glasses of different sizes that I really didn’t want to pack up again. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">So now to figure out where what is left goes. FUS has a rummage sale coming up. Glasses and frames. Records? Mostly classical are left. Grandpa’s operas. A few odd treasures and a few kitchen tools. Half price books will take the books and tapes and the few CDs that didn’t go. Toys to IDS as a donation. I was surprised that the kid easel was not even considered by anyone. Clothes will be packed up for St. Vinnies. But the clay pots, the bed frame, the collapsible sand box, and the remaining book shelves are still orphaned. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I was exhausted by the end of Sunday. It was the work of the sale but also the work of the week which included an all day legislative hearing and along Friday for LEND. Little by little, tasks are coming. I am very conscious that I am beginning to overload myself.</span></div>
Suzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05381348178040472758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350958317060008788.post-47315864927874766992012-09-07T22:49:00.000-05:002012-09-08T07:24:13.129-05:00<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Feeling a little lost today. Working on a vision statement for LEND this morning. Much more emotional work than it was two years ago. Well, too years ago vision was not my only concern. Sitting through part of class, enjoying a presentation on early childhood development, but then feeling the descriptions of healthy development like punches in the gut -- <span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Babies “elicit the emotion of tenderness and a caring response to them from other humans, especially and specifically from their mothers.” </span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">“There is no such thing as a baby, there is a baby and someone.”</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> W</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">e are born with the need for relationship. The </span>importance of relationship and quality of experiences. <span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Early development lays the foundation for life. Amazing how personal it all is when your child has been deprived of all of it. I can feel the same way when I watch parents interacting with small children. How would have enthusiastic parents, loving words, and an attentive </span>caregiver formed my girl?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The class was not responsive. I love enthusiasm in a class and seeing the lack of it makes me want to jump in. Help the speaker. Cheer on the lesson. Answer the questions, damn it! At the very least. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Then, in the middle of class, I had the suspicion that the therapist who was supposed to get Julia from the school bus was not going to be there. I had texted her in the morning to make sure she would be and she never responded. I could not let it go to chance and so missed the last hour of class. Sure enough, I received a text after Julia got home that the therapist was not going to make it today. I breathed a sigh of relief that I went with my impulse. Julia is not ready to be left off the bus without someone to open the door and take care of her. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">First swipe at a vision statement: <span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">My vision is “to be of use.”</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> </span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">The idea is easy, hard won, but easy.</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> </span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">The execution, not so much.</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> </span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I have no idea where this idea takes me.</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> </span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Hyperbole.</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> </span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I want goals to chart a trajectory, and I am uncomfortable with patience and ambiguity.</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> </span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Absolutely no hyperbole there.</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> </span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I balk at living the questions as Rilke advised his young poet.</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> </span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">And yet, questions are what I have -- what is Julia’s future?</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> </span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Will we ever have a meaningful conversation?</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> </span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Will I ever put down roots again or live close enough to some loved one to call a place home? Will I ever find and be allowed to work at tasks that I care passionately about and that form a right livelihood?</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> </span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">How far into the world around developmental disabilities can I go?</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> </span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">How far do I want to go?</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> </span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">What I have is the present.</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> </span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Today and today and today.</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> </span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I would like my days to include contemplative practice, writing, learning, teaching, gathering groups together and engaging in conversation, and some fun.</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> </span></span><br />
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Suzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05381348178040472758noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350958317060008788.post-66797203185074744772012-09-04T21:01:00.000-05:002012-09-04T21:01:05.754-05:00<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">First day of school for Julia and five hours of time alone for me. I got back the basement and getting ready for the garage sale more seriously than I've done since the beginning of the summer. Instead of the 'easy' stuff like records or toys or clay pots, I spent the whole time cleaning, pricing, and posting on Craigslist 11 pieces. Two movie projectors -- 8mm and 16mm --, a 16mm movie camera, a movie screen, a slide projector, our old stereo -- turntable, tuner, and two speakers --, a SLR still camera with a variety of lens, and my mother's marble topped coffee table. Except for the coffee table which I hoped to use in my kitchen but never fit it in, it all belonged to David. Except for the stereo system and the table, it was all connected to his life in film. As such, it was tough to get rid of. Most of the pieces had two moving stickies on them, marking them as moving from Kenwood Avenue to Washington Boulevard in Indianapolis and then to Madison. That represents more than sixteen years of sitting in a basement. Most things that made those moves lost their stickies long ago, but no one has touched any of their pieces except to move them from house to house. And yet, they were hard to get out of the house, not because I ever intended to use them again but because they are things that David refused to get rid of even though he had not used them for years. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">David got rid of his double bass and the piano that came from his parent’s house after we moved to Madison. The bass had been a decoration for a long time. He had given up playing music except to fool around on the electric keyboard that I gave him one Christmas. He could do whatever he liked on that with earphones on. David was not a performer and did not enjoy playing even for our family. The keyboard gave him the privacy he liked and some young teen got a double bass and a young couple took the piano.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I was wondering today if he had not gotten rid of his film equipment because he had not completely separated from those dreams. Pure conjecture on my part. It is hard for me to make the separation, but keeping that stuff, storing it and eventually moving it will not keep those dreams alive. Not that such dreams die. I imagine them set off into the aether waiting for some other soul to catch them and re-make their substance. And maybe selling the equipment sets those dreams free. Maybe some of it will even go to one of the crazy dreamers.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">So, I cleaned up each piece and looked each of them up on the internet. I found every piece and a price, either on ebay or on some speciality site. I don’t know how close anything is to working order and I don’t really want to promise working order with things that I have no idea how they work. And so, I priced everything about half of the lowest prices that I found. I put it all on Craigslist and hope that it goes before the garage sale. No bites yet, but its only been a few hours.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">It is raining, a wild storm is passing through. It comes at a tough time for Julia. She rarely sleeps through a storm, and never falls asleep during a storm. We had gotten to bed early, washed, brushed, flossed, a chapter of the new book -- Dinotopia read -- and lights out. And then the storm. So, I may not get any LEND work done tonight. I can type a bit or watch a movie or read on the web while she snuggles against me, but I can’t do written home work. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>2007 - Kindergarten</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b> 2008 - First Grade</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>2009 - Second Grade</b></span></div>
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Upham Woods with FUS. Woods and cabins and nature activities and camp food and camp fires with marshmallows at night.</div>
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Paddling a canoe.<br />
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Crawling through a cave and not bumping her head.<br />
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Digging in the shallows for artifacts. Finding lots of rocks and a few pieces of plastic and finally a nymph.<br />
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Archery was a challenge. And I couldn't get a picture of her firing because I was either helping her or shooting myself. Julia had three turns, each time shooting three arrows. She was a bad sport when she shot and could not hit the target. At one point, she threw the bow and at another she told us all that she hated archery. Then, on her last turn, two of her arrows hit the target, and then archery was her favorite activity of the weekend.<br />
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A face watching a snake.<br />
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So here I am touching a snake. Well, I never. But you know, anything when that kid is happy.<br />
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<br />Suzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05381348178040472758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350958317060008788.post-52085865798279011492012-09-02T13:03:00.002-05:002012-09-02T13:03:15.927-05:00Written 1 September<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">So many times the anxiety of anticipation trumps all feelings about the actual events. So it was this week. Wednesday and Thursday at Waisman orientation with a short power point on Wednesday. Listening to descriptions of the program was so much easier the second time around. I understand this time. And suddenly I get the wash of realization that the entire program is another course in Civil Procedure. Yes, there is content to learn and lots of it, but the purpose of the course is leadership and so the content serves the lesson. It is not the lesson. I knew that but I lost track of it. I got very lost in content. Maybe, it would be more accurate to say that my training two years ago was about content. It was not that I did not engage in the leadership lessons but they drifted to the side as I crammed my plate with subject matter. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">This time, for this second year . . . but then I still need the content. Hopefully, I can keep myself a bit more on track.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I have been thinking about how I listen. Something was said in the initial Quest meeting about learning to listen and the idea has been banging around inside my head. I recall that there was a time when I was a very good listener. It was a time when I was quieter, when I did not like speaking and actively pushed responding away. But that was a long time ago. I don’t listen as much as anticipate. I am not unusual at this in the least and it is more noticeable to me because without David, I don’t have the constant companionship of a listener to whom I listen. I am also coming out of a long period when my dearest friends check in with me and listen. I have talk a lot, pouring out my guts to them day after day, week after week. I do not deny how much I needed that wonderful gift, but recently I have felt the ability to ask, ‘how are you?’</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">To bring this back to a LEND related topic, I was struck by how I ordinarily “listen” to instruction. I take notes, I think about responding. I may not respond. There may be no response required but that is the way that I listen. And so, I tried to be attentive to what was said. I took only necessary notes, instead I concentrated on speakers and took in without thought to response what was being said. It is not that this kind of listening is foreign to me but I do not do it often enough. I don’t know why it feels notable but it does.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I started a LEND blog but it is not on line yet. I will be writing there regularly to keep track of what I am learning and some of the resources I am finding. I did that some here during my first year but it is too mixed into this blog to ever use as a reference.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">A friend commented on my post about Julia not participating in our adoption day anniversary that perhaps as an older child, Julia does not see that as a joyful day and really does not want to celebrate. I was ready to reply that if Julia was a typically developing child I could believe that but she probably has no feelings about gotcha day at all because she really doesn’t understand it. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Oh, how wrong I can be. Thank goodness, I can listen. The day after our anniversary, I began a conversation as we were walking the dog. I asked Julia is she liked the tea set and she said that she did. Then I asked if she liked celebrating gotcha day and she said that she didn’t. I was taken aback. She did not ignore the question or respond with some dinosaur fact, she clearly said she didn’t. I had to take the next step and ask why. Asking Julia why can be futile. She answers in non sequiturs or applies circular reasoning. But again, she was very clear. “I don’t like it because I was terrified.” “When were you terrified?” “In China. When I met you.” “Why were you terrified?” “Because I did not know you.”</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">So, there it is. She is reclaiming her story, just as Marilyn has been urging her to and our trauma work has been leading her to. She could also tell me -- once asked -- why she acted as she did. I do not expect such insight, such self knowledge from her. I am a bit ashamed by my assumptions. I did not suspect that her reactions came from anything else but her lack of understanding. I will try not to make that mistake again.</span></div>
Suzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05381348178040472758noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350958317060008788.post-68759523775116687122012-08-28T10:17:00.002-05:002012-08-28T10:17:24.796-05:00<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Yesterday, in the middle of the day, I wrote a whinny, complaining entry that I will post below this. I could chalk it up to backsliding or rekindled grief but it was really fear. Tomorrow is LEND orientation. It marks the end of my fallow year and the beginning of the activities that follow from the applications and decisions of the last few months. And I am terrified. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">What if I can’t do what is asked of me? What if Julia needs me while she is in school? What if the respite plans that I’ve made fail? What if I don’t find what comes afterwards? What if this is a bad path? A dead end? What if I fail? What if I can’t figure out a future?</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Julia is with her therapist Morgan and I am at Panara. I needed to get out of the house and away from her. It is not Julia but me -- she cannot do things fast enough and in exactly the way I want them done -- ooo, shades of my mother’s style. It is just me that is like a untethered sail in a gust of wind. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I had thought to do some house work this morning or garden or put some food in the house, but I am going to indulge myself with coffee and a muffin and then on to shop for a blazer for an hour -- does anyone find clothes in an hour? </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">So many doorways. I see myself in my mind’s eye walking through doorways. Leaving comfortable, well-appointed rooms and striding into new damp, blank spaces that don’t even have a chair to drape a coat on. David’s death was such a door. Julia’s adoption was another door. Some possibilities were closed off, some were opened. On the eve of entering this new room -- once again at Waisman to toil among the experts and at the Quest retreat later in September -- I pause at the door way in utter terror. I have no idea where I am going. Hyperbole to be sure. I have some idea, just not a ticket and seat assignment for a hub city. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">There is no rational way to calm myself, to assure myself that all will work out. Just a whiff of such pandering and I am defensively screaming that “all” has not worked out. Instead, I need faith. Leap and wait for the angels. Work and keep my sights on today, and just know that tomorrow will be taken care of. Be a lilly. Faith, trust, knowing, wisdom. Absolutely none of this is easy for me as I wrestle my demons of ambiguity. Living the questions. How the hell do you live the questions? </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">“…I would like to beg you dear Sir, as well as I can, to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.” ~Rainer Maria Rilke, 1903 in <a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ISBN%3D0394741048/elisecomA/"><span style="color: #1919a7; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Letters to a Young Poet</span></a>.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I have admired that quote for so many years. Thought of it often and told other people of it. And here it is again and I am have so much trouble really living it. Can I force the learning? Will I get it this time through?</span></div>
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<span style="color: #383838; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Yesterday’s entry: </span><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Today is our Gotcha Day -- 6 years as a family. Any remembrance and/or celebration is my responsibility and I am very ambivalent today. It feels like a chore today to be so responsible. I have to talk about it, remember it, encourage Julia that this is a notable day. And it all takes energy, much more than I have today. Julia is not the child jumping up and down, wanting the party, the remembrance, the story of our first meeting over and over. It was easier when there was three of us to be celebrating. If I asked Julia what she would like to do to celebrate gotcha day, she would ask to play with her dinosaurs or the new game on her iPad. Probably alone. Not really appropriate requests for celebration and so I can’t ask.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">And yet, I do not want every special day to go by just because it is me remembering. I have been enthusiastic in the past because I believed that one day, Julia would be part of the anticipation and the celebrating. Maybe that is happening, and I am just too grumpy today to see it. With the first fall decorations in the stores, she is ready to talk about Halloween. She does love to sing Christmas songs.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">This is Julia’s last week of summer vacation. Today, it is beautiful outside and I have the intense feeling that I should be gardening or doing something fantastic with Julia. Instead, we have meeting, therapy and inside chores. This morning, Julia and I went to a conference to sit and talk with her teachers. Julia was able to answer some of the questions they asked about what she enjoyed doing and what she wanted to do this year. Her anxiety was lower than it was last week, but she was far from focused. She will settle down a bit when school is in full swing, but her special ed teacher’s work is cut out for her. What will Julia learn this year?</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Julia had therapy all day today and she is having a hard time listening to my directions. I let her work/play with her iPad when she is free and in the car while I drive, but she does not turn it off when I ask. That is driving me nuts! There is a combination here of age appropriate behavior and her behavior age-level that is compounding the annoyance. I am also having a hard time giving up her summer academic curriculum, but it is time to let the school take over. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">And I am not focused. I have a list of shoulds’s and coulda’s and feeling very stressed and unprepared for the week. I have child care for most of the time that I need for orientation but I will be coming on the late side and leaving early each day. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Oh, I don’t mean to sound so ungrateful for this beautiful child and her strange, but magical journey. Today’s anniversary is encumbered. I cannot see it -- at least right now -- with that joyful time of family building. I see losses that have diminished our family. I see changes that stole the last whiff of naiveté from my expectations. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">And I didn’t know that today was going to be hard. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">We had a nice evening. We picked up Chinese take-out from our new favorite place after therapy. I gave Julia a tea set that I bought in China six years ago and she had a wonderful time serving us tiny cups of tea during supper. We watched a bit of a movie and then we got ready for bed. Harry Potter I is just about over, but Julia has two books that she wants to start -- she is interested in these chunky chapter books that are mostly too hard for her to read. She is interested in the stories.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">And when Julia’s light was turned out, I went downstairs and organized my desk, paid bills, and got ready for my week. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I’ve been wanting to write something all day but tonight, after Julia went to bed, I’ve only been dragging my feet. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I was not completely sad. I sort of went in and out of it. High waves of realization that today was an anniversary and then low tides of focus on the present. Is it because after the crush of heavy grief, the truth is that David and I never made a big deal of anniversaries? Than again, the happiness of just wishing him a happy day has receded so far in to the background. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I have a list to get done before the school year starts, but every time I think that I can get started, something comes up. A therapist cancels and we have the afternoon to ourselves. I get poison ivy and have to get a doc visit for a round of steroids. Today, it was trying to close out the sbcglobal email accounts after being hacked.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">It’s all okay. I don’t want to miss time with Julia to clean the basement. School begins in another week and then she will be gone for whole days at a time. I relish the time when I can be productive but I will miss our summer time together. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">And Ed, my contractor and handyman, and the painter were working today. The porch is painted after the leaks in the roof were sealed. Now, the entire first floor matches. Same wall color, ceiling color, and molding color on everything. It may sound a bit boring but I find it so soothing. It is so me right now. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">At the end of the day, Julia and I rushed home from therapy to get to my conference call lesson for Lay Trainers. I am on the phone listening and responding to the class. Julia is at my feet playing with her iPad. The painter is touching up the hall ceiling -- where he painted last year and it peeled. And Ed is sanding the front door opening. Just a slice of chaos.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">In attachment therapy today, Julia started by saying that she didn’t want to sit by me. I grabbed her -- gently, really -- and pulled her towards me. She complained that I was squeezing her too tight and she couldn’t breathe. I wasn’t really holding her, just an arm around her shoulders, and not tight at all. Marilyn asked if she had ever been held too tight and could not breathe. Julia said she didn’t want to talk about it. Marilyn pushed, asking again, rephrasing but asking. Julia stood her ground and insisted that she didn’t want to talk about it. She could have just said no, but instead she got angry, yelled at Marilyn, and made fists in her lap. “I do not want to talk about that now. Not ever.”</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">We switched gears and she wound up cuddling in my arms, very sweetly and lovingly, and then Marilyn asked her again. I don’t think Marilyn expected Julia to answer, but Julia seemed to straighten herself up and answered. “Yes, someone squeezed me.” “Yes, it was too tight. I couldn’t breathe.” “It hurt.” “It was a mama.” “At the orphanage.” “She wasn’t made but it hurt.” </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Another sad, awful memory. Resurfaced and faced head on. Julia is more willing to go through the tunnel of pain and sorrow, still fighting at times, but learning to surrender, feel the hurt, and then move on. I hope moving on includes healing.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">During class this evening, each student did a five minute teaching. I was nervous but I was one of the last people to do it and by the time I heard the others, I was confident that I would do much better than most of them. Ok, I admit it. The thrill of competition rose and I took the bait. Oh, it was only that I had a page to teach, I prepared thinking of the exercise like a performance piece, and I am comfortable talking to people and presenting. I find myself wondering about that rise of competition, the wanting to be the best. It has been a long time since that has been any sort of an issue for me -- heck, there has been no competition in my life for years now. Am I just biding my time to get into some race?</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">On another hand, I think that I can do a decent job of teaching parents about topics related to their kids with special health care needs. I find that as we go through the topics, I am learning a lot. I need to learn a lot and I really wish someone had organized the material for me this way about 6 years ago. If I can insert a little clarity into someone’s life, clear a bit of the fog of challenges and systems and demands and requirements, I will be very happy.</span></div>
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Suzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05381348178040472758noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350958317060008788.post-65655721420819112862012-08-23T11:30:00.003-05:002012-08-23T11:30:57.911-05:00From Facebook: Just a simple Juxtaposition. Today would have been my 32 wedding anniversary. For the past hour and a half, I've been on the phone with AT&T who took over Yahoo who took over SBCGLOBAL, with whom I had my email account for a long, long time. My email account was a sub account of David's account and David's account was active enough (not fully active, mind you). I had to log into his account, delete my sub account, and then delete his account. Now, I am sitting here trying not to imagine that some higher being was micromanaging. "There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy." Suzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05381348178040472758noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350958317060008788.post-54168898197346982672012-08-18T20:20:00.001-05:002012-08-18T20:40:22.424-05:00Vacation - Chautauqua<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Suzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05381348178040472758noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350958317060008788.post-84006223342091556882012-08-18T20:19:00.005-05:002012-08-18T22:53:24.386-05:00Vacation - Red Couch Picture<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
The group picture that China travel groups try to get is taken on a red couch at the White Swan Hotel. Scream babies. Crying babies. Babies falling asleep or unable to to sit up. Then there were the crawling babies. Getting that shot was nigh on close to impossible. The pictures have gotten better every year and this year there are numerous group shots to choose from.</div>
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And many, many out takes. Here was my favorite.<br />
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We spent the weekend at Indiana Dunes. The beach was wonderful - a lake so great that there were little waves and an undertow. And the kids had a great time.<br />
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One of our families brought matching dresses for the little girls and a coordinated dress for Julia and the other bigger girls. Too cute.<br />
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This is all of us, after swimming and dinner. We clean up rather well.<br />
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On Saturday night, right before bed, Julia went up to Tracy and crawled on her lap and gave her a big hug. Sweet, wonderful and unexpected. <br />
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Sunday morning breakfast with the kids all on one end. I think that Julia cut her pancakes. Whatever she did, she ate her whole breakfast and then had fun with kids.<br />
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Julia and Petra getting ready for that red couch picture.<br />
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One of the best treats of this reunion was the pillow pets that Petra's family gave to each of the girls. They found a dino-pillow pet for Julia. He was christened Duffy and he has been a fixture on any bed she has slept on. Suzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05381348178040472758noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350958317060008788.post-25669854696404891452012-08-17T17:38:00.001-05:002012-08-17T17:48:17.246-05:00<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I have a load of things to write about, a s*$%t load of stuff to talk about, but first, oh, do I miss David today. Lately, I have been thinking about all the ways that we were not perfect for each other, how we may have hindered instead of helped each other, how we could have been better, more supportive, more loving, more intuitive. How we had such potential and how we fell short for each other. Then, I had a bounce back and was very sentimentally lost in how lovely it was to have a true love for years and years and changes and changes. But today, especially after my first LEND meeting for facilitators, I miss the ability to just dump out my day for him. I miss the specific way that we were together. David was always the guy who when you ask how any experience was -- work, a party, a trip -- the answer was “fine.” To get more, I’d have to probe and question. I had to learn patience in order to deal with his brand of a thoughtful person.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Me. I was/am completely different. To me, true love meant never having to shut up! I’d walk in the door ready to talk about every aspect of my day -- the joys and the sorrows, what I had for lunch and what the Supreme Court wrote, and what I thought, thought, thought. David had much more information on me than I ever had on him. His comments were well chosen and considered, mine were like cleaning out a backpack after a long vacation. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">And oh my god, do I miss that.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Some of this feeling is post-vacation. Spending the week with Lisa who has always been my excellent sounding board. Spoiled by having a week of deep talking with her. And I have been indulged by other friends and by Cheshire who let me go on and on regularly, but none of that is like having a live-in listener. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Sometimes I am very aware that I engage someone in conversation longer than they want, or someone like Julia’s therapists who don’t need to know what I want to tell them. I am not totally inappropriate but I can hear in my conversations the desperate longings of a lonely person. It is part of this new normal to remember to monitor interactions, make sure they are appropriate and timely, and keep conversations on track. Not always easy for such a one as me. Of course, there is glory even in this acknowledgement. As I kid, I was painfully shy and such a severe stutterer. So much of the time I said so little to anyone. If shyness and stuttering were my afflictions, I have certainly recovered. Remarkably cured?</span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">So, now on to the content. We have been busy this week and I have been grumpy as well. It was hard to come down from vacation. Why is it that I always feel so on top of things on vacation? My balls are all in the air and I am doing a marvelous job juggling! But then, I get home and those balls are bouncing all over the street! My task list is as long as my arm and I have the cold, dark feeling that I have indeed taken on this next school year much more than I can chew. I am sure I will not finish those remaining fallow year projects before the LEND year begins and finishing the old before beginning the new is of utmost importance. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">It was Thursday, yesterday, before I let go of all of that. I breathed, made a nice supper for Julia and myself, played some wii dance games, read some Harry Potter, and fell asleep over my first LEND reading of the semester. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">And trust that following my heart is exactly where I should be as well.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Julia and I went shopping. Underwear and shoes. We have been talking about growing up and changing for the whole summer. I have worn Julia down. She no longer says that she doesn’t want to grow up. I have assured her over and over that she can live with me forever (a real concern of hers) and that if she grows so tall that her head touches the ceiling that we will move to an appropriately tall house. Yes, I was being very careful about discussing body development and menstruation and she was worried about height. With all that assurance, on Thursday we headed for Macy’s to buy bras for her. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Julia has been developing this summer and in the last weeks she has said that shirts make her uncomfortable, but she was scared to death that I was going to buy her “big bras” and she didn’t want them!!! The woman in the bra department was an angel. She could not help us because the trainer bras and smallest cups were in the kids department, but she told Julia that they make bras that would fit her perfectly. Julia was being her less than completely appropriate self, expressing way more of her feeling than the typical 11 year old expresses, and this woman answered every question more than once in a calm and lovely voice. I do get more than typically nervous with Julia in a situation like this one. I want to her interact with other people and I also want to completely protect her from less than positive responses. This woman could have been a therapist! Or maybe someone who knows and understands autism. Or maybe just an angel sent by a micromanaging god. There is always that possibility.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">We got to the kids department and we found the kid bras and we picked out some to try on. There was no one there to help us but then, maybe there was no one there to bother us as Julia tried on bra after bra first, for size and then, for style. We had to go to a second store because there was just not enough in her size in Macy’s. Julia had no problem with any of the shopping.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">But then, we went to our favorite shoe store. There is a story behind needing to buy shoes immediately. Anyone who knows me knows that I am shopping challenged. I was getting anxious in Macy’s passing women’s clothes and thinking that I was really going to have to buy a few things for school. I have been living in jeans and black tee shirts for two years and I need to go up a notch, just a notch, for my Waisman days. (Not to mention that those particular black tee shirts look like I should only wear them around the house now). So, I was not crazy about extending our shopping once we found the requisite number of bras, but during the last day of girls’ club at Chautauqua, Julia’s shoes were taken by another girl. They were changing after swimming and some other kid had the same sneakers as Julia did. Just a size smaller. We had no idea who took them and no way to find out on Friday evening. And so, Julia needed something immediately when we got home.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">The nice guy at the shoe store measured her feet. She is now between a 4.5 and a 5. We went to the aisle that we usually shop in and Julia started looking at the Sketchers. She loves those fancy shoes, and especially because there is so little that she cares to pick, I indulge her preference. Lights and sequins and hearts and beading -- I let her buy the gaudiest pair on the shelves. She loves them. I love them.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Gaudy kid shoes including Sketchers stop at size 4. There may be a few 4.5’s but Julia really needed a 5 and that is a women’s size. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">So here I thought that we might have a tough shopping experience with underwear and we had it because of shoes! We had to have a discussion, which was fine. A bit sad. Giving up gaudy shoes was not easy. I felt a bit blindsided. Julia felt cheated.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">So, we bought a very brightly color pair of sneakers and she is really fine with them today. I talked to some friends who had all sorts of suggestions and we will find or make some gaudy shoes to satisfy her longing, but really, that was a lot of growing up to do in one day.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">We also visited her classroom after a last minute call from her teacher, Beth. Beth and the new special ed teacher and the teacher who shares students with Beth were setting up their rooms and thought that it would be great to see Julia. It was a good idea and I hurried over to school. Julia interacted some with Beth but did not even greet the other two teachers. She spent her time checking out the cleaned out classroom, every nook and corner. This is not exceptional or surprising behavior on Julia’s part. It reminded me so much of her hyper vigilant days when checking out the environment instead of focusing on people was the way she spent her day, every day. But what was surprising was that when we wrote in her journal that night, she wrote that she was unable to say Hi to the other teachers, that she was shy and was a little bit nervous (which means that she was very nervous). Julia was able to observe and reflect on her feelings in a way she has never done before. This comes after months of working on identifying her feelings and learning appropriate reactions -- like, identifying her anger and then saying that she was sorry. These observations were not prompted at all. She identified and she felt the need to write it down as well. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Today, I went to a first LEND meeting for people who will facilitate one of the instructional modules. All those feeling of overwhelm flooded back in. There are three second year LEND trainees who are paired with regular faculty but the other two are grad students who have spent plenty of time in clinics. Those feelings that I am crazy for engaging in this process were front and center. Why? What possessed me? I still know nothing! The high waves of self doubt washed over me. I could have drowned right then and there. But no one spoke to me as if I was an idiot! They all assume that I can do it! Hell, these university professionals are sure that I will fit in just fine. And right now, scared out of my wits, I have to trust them. I have to believe that they see ability and potential. I have to believe them more than I believe my demons who want me to crawl into some hole. I need to harness they belief to my passion. At least until my own belief comes in.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Yesterday, first day back after vacation felt like utter chaos. Too many chores and tasks on the list to get done. All seeming to need immediate attention although most had no emergency status at all. Just my own need for post-vacation order. The list of household fixes that I left Ed with remain in medias res -- I just hated a few of the new lights that I had picked out and bought. And just noticing too many things undone -- the garden, the list of fallow year chores to complete asap before the fall begins. Generally grumpy and dissatisfied. Allowing myself to be disappointed that my gardens are overgrown and ugly and that I’ve enjoyed little time in them. The inside of the house has a tasks in every corner. Waiting. Just waiting. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">But made a list and checked off a few tasks during the day. Spent some time writing email to a few people long due to be written to. Organized Julia’s work for the week and just let the dust settle. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">We are home. Looking forward to a day of tasks and maybe a swim if it is warm enough in the afternoon. That patience in the small and the single step is a soft blanket thrown over the shoulders of dissatisfaction. New morning eyes that know that everything that needs to be done must be done or delegated by me and that I certainly have limitations of time, interest, and abilities. Then again, there is my need to waste a bit of time.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Julia continues to work at reading Harry Potter. Asking her questions last night as we read. She remembers many more facts. Inference is still very hard but she seems to follow the logic of inference more consistently. Addition is coming along. I am hoping that our work on math facts will lead to next steps of double digit addition and subtraction and understand multiplication during the school year. I type the last thought and erase it and type it again. I know that I am expecting a lot. Maybe the impossible. But I do and I will continue to. My job is not to be satisfied and complacent. At least, I do not judge it to be. At least, not yet. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">"Like all explorers, we are drawn to discover what's out there without knowing yet if we have the courage to face it." ~~Pema Chodron</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Last full day at Chautauqua. Really felt totally settled in yesterday, but very content to have the experience on whatever terms it comes. The morning lectures have been spotty this year for me, but yesterday, with Erroll B. Davis, Superintendent of the Atlanta Public Schools, spoke. Considering the theme of the week was cheating, he was an incredible speaker. Of course, I have the feeling that he is one of those people who could make a rendition of the phone book interesting. The afternoon lecture was Sayyid M. Syeed, National Director of the Islamic Society of North America. Again, a strong, compelling speaker who had thought provoking things to say. Then there was the symphony last night playing George Gershwin’s Piano Concerto in F and Beethoven’s Symphony in E-flat Major, the Eroica- conducted by Mei-Ann Chen with Ian Parker as soloist for the Gershwin. Chen is described as a dynamic young conductor -- an understatement to say the least. She was a joy to watch and she danced her orchestra through each piece. This was a long concert -- 2.5 hours and Julia sat through the entire thing, relatively quiet until the very end. Beethoven’s never seem to end! There was a moment during a quiet movement of the Beethoven when the orchestra was accompanied by the swish of a steady downpour of rain. We were all dry in the amphitheater with just the sound an the smell of fresh rain-air wafting through the open hall. It reminded me how much I have been music-less during the last two years, and how much I want to listen to music that I have chosen. Not to deny all that has come before, not at all, but to be the background and at times, the focus of this new life.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">And that is what I continue to feel. New Life! Not that I have stopped thinking of David or miss him less -- maybe more in a less grief-stricken way -- but I am feeling like the infusion of life that I first felt on the eve of the second anniversary can now be trusted to be the norm and not a pleasant aberration. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Julia has had a good time too. She and her aide, Lizzy, have gone to Girls’ Club every morning and afternoon. She gave Lizzy a hard time yesterday and hit her, but apologized afterwards. No where near the behavior of a few years ago, but not to be tolerated or accepted. Other than that, Julia has been friendly, more than ever, with her fellow campers, and they have grown to like her as well. One day, Julia was reluctant to get into the lake to swim and her colleagues encouraged her. Julia, loving that sort of attention from her peers, jumped in! She is remembering a few names and wrote a very sweet friendship note to one little girl named Hillary. During the lunch break yesterday (from noon to 2) we went to the little library on campus (can’t believe that it was Thursday of this week, our second trip here and we are just visiting the library!). Julia headed straight for the kid’s section and finding a little boy there, took out a book and read him a story, explaining parts of the story that she thought he didn’t understand. Possibly remarkable behavior for any typically developing 11 year old and a marvel for my girl. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Julia is also enjoying having Lisa around. There is no question that I am her mother but the attention of another dear adult is so good for her. We have built a family -- far flung and with few blood ties, but strong and vibrant.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Which brings me right to Traci’s comment on the last entry. First, correction, we have gotten together with our China travel group 6 times since we’ve been home. Incredible that time has passed and that we make our getting together a priority year after year.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #333233; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Traci said: “</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I think we did a terrible job the year that David died. Or, at least, I did. I'm so sorry about that. I think we were all lost on what to do or how to.....I guess just how to be. David was part of us and we miss him.” People, usually the most dear, have said some version of that to me over and over. At first, I had no words to ease their uncomfortable feelings. Now, I understand so much more. In one sense, we all did a terrible job right after David died with every encounter. How could we not? We were all reeling from an unexpected trauma. We were all lost, without moorings, without compass. Very recently, I realized that in our circles of loved ones, David was either the first or the first in a long time to die. We had our AIDS deaths in the late 80’s and 90’s which wiped some of the soul out of our circle of friends, and we lost Barry in 2001, a loss that had us pull together and love hard. Between and afterwards, we had life without such devastating loss. We grew complacent and were sure that we were all safe from loss. Not in our rational minds, not intellectually, of course, but in that more primitive part of our hearts and minds. We would go on forever. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">All of this to say, that I am grateful for the dear family who gathered around me, and abided with me -- who visited or wrote, who talked about David or didn’t mention his name, who remembered in some physical way or who spent time thinking about him and us and our family changing. I think of appropriate after-death behavior and I realize that those who are the best at it are those who have lost the most. And so I wish the knowledge of best behavior on not one of my dear friends.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Sitting in the main square cafe at Chautauqua with coffee, laptop, iPad, and the book that I promised myself that I would read for an hour today. Julia was off at 8:45 to Girls’ Club with a very capable Lizzy as her aide. Lisa off before that to teach her class. I tidied up our room, washed dishes, made our bed, and headed out. It is a cloudless blue skyed cool day with low humidity. Quiet, with the rumblings of talk about the NY Times, last night’s concert and what someone was wearing. And laughter. An older man gets his wife coffee and a muffin while she thumbs through her Chautauqua Daily news and strains of a choir rehearsing waft in the air. Echoes of a sermon enthusiastically delivered in the amphitheater down the street. To be here for a week is pretty much heaven. To stay for the summer might be more wonderful than a simple soul could handle. The topic is cheating this week and the two speakers I heard yesterday asked hard questions. After a summer spent figuring out next week’s spelling words, keeping toys and the house orderly, and taxiing Julia to therapist appointment, a bit of brain exercise is most welcomed. And of course, Lisa, to talk out the kinks in my heart and hers. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Julia and I had a glorious weekend with the group we call China Sisters -- the group of families who traveled to Nanchung to get our girls. This was our 5th reunion -- the little girls are 6 or so and Julia is 11. Angela who organized this year toasted at Saturday’s dinner, saying how thankful she was for our group, for our willingness to be together, for what we share. I wanted to, but did not, offer a toast of thanks for the love and support these people have offered me over the past two years. There has been no demand on my energy to help get our reunions together since David died. And there is never a time when we are together that I am not offered a hand with whatever is in my hands or Julia. Never a time where I am short of hugs and kindness. And when these people tell me how far Julia has come and comment on this behavior or that, I know that they know. And I know that they share in her growing. What a blessing from where blessings come from to be given such companions.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">So many times I worry about not having what I need -- and to the extent that I need my partner, David, I know I cannot have him. I can spiral down with that thought at times, but I can be rescued just remembering what is it that I have been given. I can still summon up the feeling of amazement and wonder that I felt after David died. That had everything that followed close on death’s heals had not been connected with losing David, that the time would have been so exciting. I am still living in that wonder. People, places, opportunities -- I have needed and what I needed has appeared. Again, being so thankful for the blessing.</span></div>Suzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05381348178040472758noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350958317060008788.post-52181585927652484032012-08-04T22:42:00.002-05:002012-08-04T22:42:31.931-05:00Smoothed Pebbles<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I have wanted to revamp my blog for a long time -- move on a bit. Maybe put things in useable categories. Starting LEND again, I would like to write about my experience and separate it just a bit from my writing about Julia and my thoughts about healing and this new life of ours. It has been on my task life for months, but I’ve been stuck on what to call it, how to format it. Finally, last week I found a format that another blogger was using that I really liked. Clean and easy on the eyes. I’ve started to build it for myself, hoping that I can copy the elements that I like. The issues of a name which you need in order to begin a Blogger blog surfaced and I had no idea. I have been through with Spicy Dragons and Dinosaurs for a good chunk of time now. That title has seen me though Julia’s tough days and David’s transplant and death. It has seen me through the long dark tunnel of grieving and my first tentative steps towards some right livelihood. It is a wonderful name but I want to begin with something fresh and unburdened. I want to begin anew.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">A few nights ago I wrote: “</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">How lucky we were! How fortunate to have loved so well, so completely. Not perfectly, but then we were not about perfection, we were two rough edged stones smoothing each other’s edges.” Smoothed Pebbles. That is what Julia and I are. Like rocks and stones whose rough edges have been worn away by water and sand, whose faces have been shined, and whose beauty is most apparent when they lay just under a thin layer of clear water. Not water and sand but journeys that have brought us together. Roads that hone the soul. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">This is how and where I want to begin again. Recherchez. (Fr. second person </span><span style="color: black; font: 13.0px Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">plural present indicative to look for again). Now, it is a task at hand.</span></div>Suzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05381348178040472758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350958317060008788.post-33847121958094186592012-08-02T23:06:00.001-05:002012-08-02T23:06:52.634-05:00<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Supper time. Last one at home for a week. Vacation begins tomorrow!</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Julia’s iPad now has a cover -- big, heavy, and cumbersome over such a sweet, sleek, little machine, but safe. Julia immediately took it over. Now to get her taking pictures for a vacation photo journal. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Julia used a simile for the first time today! Butterflies around our Hibiscus Luna White. Julia said that the the flower was sweet to the butterflies like candy. Julia who has disagreed and fought with anyone who made any simile about her and didn’t understand any comparison between things or times or people. My black and white child, made her first simile.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Over the past few days, I’ve shifted books - to make room so that Ed could hang some lights - and pictures. I caught sight of a few pictures of David and I, or David alone looking at the camera as I took his picture. And in some of those pictures, it was clear to me that we felt so lucky to be together. I’ve spent a few months being angry, feeling cheated, and also wondering if our partnership could have been better. I could see how we held each other back, how we did not always allow each other to live up to our highest potential, how each of us compromised to own detriment. I have felt ornery inside although I would have done anything to get back that imperfect union. Noticing that look in those pictures brought back some sweetness. How lucky we were! How fortunate to have loved so well, so completely. Not perfectly, but then we were not about perfection, we were two rough edged stones smoothing each other’s edges. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I interviewed for an internship to do some policy work with a wonderful woman at Disability Rights Wisconsin. It will be part of my LEND program for the year. By the end of the interview, we had set up a date for when I begin. The list of current projects on this woman’s white board was like a check list of issues that I want to understand. She didn’t ask what I wanted to be doing in five years. I hate that interview question. Always have, mainly because I have never had any idea of what those interviewers wanted me to say. And maybe because I have not forged my own way but tried to bend my way into something acceptable. I told my interviewer twice that I didn’t know where this second year of LEND was leading me, that I had no specific goal set but that I was sure I was in the right place doing the right thing. Later, it struck me that this was not fodder for an interviewer but true. Right now, it is very simple. Just do it. Play out my heart and let it take me. Live this day and then the next fully and without second guessing where I will arrive.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I feel some strength returning. What a gift.</span></div>Suzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05381348178040472758noreply@blogger.com0