So, I’m still home. I’m facing the reality that life as I knew it might be a bygone thing, and I’m learning to find my peace with it. My therapist– and let’s face it, when you’re going through this sort of life upheaval, it’s really to your benefit to have a therapist– suggested, when I told her how much I miss writing and blogging that I channel that energy into writing about life with epilepsy instead. I thought about it, but then decided I really didn’t want to. I don’t like living with epilepsy and I certainly don’t want to write about it. Instead, I’ve decided to go back to blogging and writing about my passion– play-based early childhood education. At first, I wondered if I really could. I’m not homeschooling. I’m not teaching. I’ll have my children for the summer, but then they’re back to school. Can I really still blog about these things, or would I be a fraud?
As my daughter Katie Grace just had her 13th birthday (happy, happy birthday, darling girl!)and as I’ve been spending quite a bit of time in the Infant Wing at school, I’ve been thinking a lot about babies and crying and our discomfort with hearing their cries. More specifically, about the moral significance we seem to place on crying babies and the judgment we heap on their parents.
Dear Mothers of the World:
In the past, I probably judged you. I might have snarked on you on MDC or done something to make you feel inferior or as if you were doing things wrong.
I would like to apologize from the bottom of my heart. If it makes you feel better, God sent me twins. And they have gone from this
and now they are potty training.
Remember that college drinking game, I never?
Oh, stop lying. You know you played. You probably just don’t remember it clearly.
Someone would say “I never…” and then tack on a true statement about something outlandish they’ve done. And then everyone else who had done the same outlandish thing would have to take a giant gulp of whatever cheap beer was the only thing you could afford. As the night went on and the keg level lowered, the “I never” statements got progressively more ridiculous, and yet there was always someone else taking a drink right along with you.
|Cuddled up with Big Brother Michael to take a nap|
Molly calls throwing up “makin’ nasties.”
Pretty cute, huh?
Maybe. But it definitely loses cute points at 1:30 AM.
In the middle of the night, we did the Twinkie shuffle. Matthew not-so-happily went downstairs to sleep with Daddy on the sofa bed. Molly and the barf bowl bunked with me, as did Katie Grace once she changed her clothes, stripped her bedding, and cracked open a window to air out her room. What an awesome big sister!