Daughter and Chours

My Daughter has been Chours for a few weeks so far and her father has shuttled her from one practice to another and listen to her the first event they had. I unfortunately had to work that night and the best I could do was to leave here a card and  a flower balloon telling her how proud I was of her  for following a dream. Tonight I finally get to hear her sing and  beam with pride and joy as my  special girl sings her heart out.. These are the times when motherhood's blessings out weigh the frustrations...

Fathers and Music

Many years ago when my son was born my then husband walked into the waiting room to see Silent Lucidy playing on the tv. I had long said that I lived that song and for it to be playing then ment that much more. Silent Lucidy became my oldest boys song later as he grew a little unwell was add to his list. When it comes on we both laugh because of how it became his.

My second son was harder there was distance between us due to the navy and then as he grew our relasionaip was not the best but one day I heard Natlie Cole do the duet with her father Unforgetabe and that became his song. My daughter's is Hope You Dance and my twins well it's Upside Down from Curious George theovie,that was there favorite show and how they dance and bounce when it comes on.

i never really though about the music my father listen to till I was in my car listening to jazz one day. I laughed at the memories of him trying to instill in me the importance of the music and the beauty. I would tell him that " I'm not listen to that". now of course I enjoy listening to it. What triggered this post was a steve wonder song " Isn't she lovely" my dad would say that was my song and sometimes sing it to me. which of course is why my children now have songs and this dawned on me after I heard Stevie on the radio .

Thanks Dad

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Weekends

Well, This was a great weekend for me got to hangout  with my  girl out in the boonies and  had great weather both days did some gardening and  now prepping to be the Fairy Queen and a Ren fair where she lives...I like doing new and different things. refreshes the soul.. maybe I will get in a little WoW who knows

Calenders and puzzle Pieces

The end of March and beginning of April has come and gone several times with the hectic cleaning for Passover, the pranks of April fools, chocolate Easter Bunnies and the never ending special labels that each month holds from breast cancer to lord knows what. And let's not forget the most important thing Birthdays.

Why is this year different from all other years? This year April 1st is not just April fool's and April does not have just another awareness title attached. This year April's Autism Awareness month matters to me because I now have a piece of the puzzle. A happy hug giving, look you in the eye and determined piece of it. Looking at him you would never know but the quirky signs are there. He has Aspergers. A word I thought I would never learn to spell. Everyone says I am fortunate because it could be much worse. I am fortunate because we live in a school district that has the need support for Autism, fortunate because his teachers worked before his diagnosis to help him and that a living women at childcare saw the signs cause she had just gone through testing for her child.


I started studying to become a herbalist and wholistic health. My son started school and the process for being diagnosed. The beginning March brought final word of his Aspergers. We suspected that is what it was but hearing the final word felt different. Looking for books I found several, I looked at the cover of one and ignored it even with the little girl on the cover being so precious. I picked a few  books but this one book seemed to call to  me so I got it on a whim.The first one I read pissed me off because it had a hard list of what they don't do and my son did those things. Then I read I read Children with high functioning Autism and it sounded more like my son. Mrs. Hughes-Lynch speaks of more than just high functioning Autism but also of the  Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD) which Aspergers also falls under.

She spoke of a Poem  called Welcome to Holland that compared Italy to the normal child and  Holland to the learning disabled child. She used while Switzerland to describe  the place where you where a little of both and fit fully into neither.

It gave me some relief and at times tears. Tears not of pity but of knowing I was not alone and that Switerland may be confusing as hell with no map to follow except the one you make it still has some breath taking sights. she referenced a poem called The Special Mother by Erma Bombeck that made me smile the day I sat looking out a window in tears.

After reading the poem and thinking of all of my children with there ADHD/ODD and now Aspergers I realized I had been in Switzerland the whole time. I had weathered storms and seen beauty from a different angle all the long and that for me this was just another unmapped router that I was now better equipped for with experience and age.

Some people say Autism needs to be cured others say accept me for my differences cause they make me who I am. I think we need to find what is causing or trigger Autism but, I also think we need to not be so blind in our fears and pain that we miss beautiful spots we pass on the journey. No matter how hard it maybe there are always those spots where you stop  and look out at the  horizon and stand in aww of its beauty.

Sometimes it's Holland and Switzerland that remind us how precious and beautiful even  the smallest things in life can be.

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New Month

Welcome April a new month will all sorts of possiblity. Take the time to learn something everyday even on your worst day. Enjoy the spring and nature as it renews itself.