The rules

There has got to be common ground. I have started this blog to give people a place to tell their stories...positive stories . Too often we are mired down in the hows and whys, causes and cures. It is easy to forget that we are talking about people. One of the misconceptions that I have run into is that because I have children with disabilities-I am not allowed to have joy-nor are my children allowed to be joyful. Some of the comments I have received after relaying a funny story or anecdote...well you would think I had been kicking kittens.
So here are the rules. Anyone can submit a story,OR just a couple of sentences,OR a list of five great things either about their children or themselves. It must be positive, There will be no discusion of causes, cures, treatments, etc. There are more than enough places for that. Mean people will be deleted. If you are interested in taking part in this adventure please submit your story to please no pictures or video-lets keep it simple.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

I'm so vain, I probably think this song is about me..

This one is from Denise (Dizedd) from California...

This morning, I went into Janet's room to wake her up, singing hula songs loudly[she just got new hula girl sheets on monday, and I have been torturing her with morning hula dances since then :)]

"No, Mom, stop. Shut up!", she said as she woke up, trying to pull the blanket back over her head.

"Janet, you can't tell me to shut up today. It's my birthday! I get to sing as loud as I want. ALOHA EEE, ALOHA III..."

"No, Mom.", she moaned.

"Then get up.", I said.

Next, I went into Scarlett's room. She was already awake, and grinning about her sister's loud annoyance with me.

"Guess what Scarlett? It's my Happy Birthday today!"
She nods her head-yes, she remembers. Grandma's coming over tonight, and we'll have cake. Annika's coming later too, and THAT means that she gets to stay up late and watch a movie while Annika and Mom visit on the back patio, yeah!

"Do I look older today?", I ask, teasing.

She nods her head again, most definately, yes-Mom DOES look older today.


She doesn't lie, either. I must remember to never ask her this question ever again. I scoot over to the bathroom mirror to look for unusual 'puffiness' that might explain her percieving me as looking OLDER, but nope, it's no more puffy then usual-I just look older, appartently.

Happy Birthday to me :)

Kid's lucky she can't talk, or I'd be pestering her all day...

Do I look 33? Or do I look more like 29? Do I look older than 33? But I don't look older than 35, right? I'm ok with looking my age, I just don't want to look older than my age.... HOW OLD DO I LOOK SCARLETT?

The only person who would tell me the honest truth about this, and it will never pass her lips.

I'm gonna go stare in the mirror some more now...


kathleen said...

I just adore Scarlett...I always get a picture in my head of the "looks" that she gives you. Did you have a great birthday? 33?-you are a baby!! :)

Sirenity said...

LOL, awesome. Gotta love our honest angels :)
Happy Birthday! btw

denise said...

Thanks :)Yes, I did have a great Bday.

I know I'm still very young, but lately it's been difficult, because I always knew that I'd have full grown 'adult' looking children in my early 30's. And I just figured strangers would assume that they were my nieces or much younger siblings-no one believed they were my kids when they were little! But no, no one EVER mistakes me as anything but their Mom now-and I just keep thinking, really? I really look old enough to be their mom?

Heck, if you figure that they're each somewhere between 16-20,[that's how old people usually guess they are], and then you add on an arbitrary minimum of 20 years for their mother, that means people think I look 36-40 years old!

Maybe everyone thinks I just had them when I was 14 instead of 18/nearly 19. ;)

I do remember that when Scarlett was in regular special ed in elementary school at 3, and I was only 21, all of the other 'volunteer' mommys were REALLY mean to me. I looked exactly my age, and they just assumed that my kid was 6 or 7, which they then assumed meant I got pregnant at 14 or 15, which then caused them to assume that I was obviously TRASHY and stupid.

So mean! I only volunteered on the pta and in the school library for a month, then I couldn't take the massive snideness anymore. Even when I explained that actually, I was 18 when I had her, and I'd graduated high school 2 years early, and worked full time and supported myself ever since, people were just MEAN.

hehe, this comment was longer than my blog! Sorry!