A Holiday Gift for Yourself
My paternal grandmother was a master of self-indulgence and womanly arts. Each year, on my grandfather’s birthday, she would buy herself a new dress, “So he can enjoy looking at me.”
My grandmother managed to travel all over the world. My husband recalls her delight as she told him in heavily-accented English, “Mah-yke. I go lots of places. Rome. Fatima. Ma-ya-mi every winter. I go Havaii t-ree time. I go Aruba. They have divi divi tree. ”
Her hair was always done and she was always carefully dressed. In her last years in a nursing home, she was known as Queen Irene.
It took me almost 40 years to appreciate her gift for honoring herself. Before that, I had considered her focus on appearances and travels shallow, frivolous. Now, I know that self-care, self-confidence, and self-love are not indulgences, but a necessary foundation for being able to do our work in the world. The most important aspect of my work is caring for my children. When I nourish my body, soul, and spirit, my children have a much better mother.
From Me, To Me
In the midst of the holiday season, consider doing something nice for yourself. Linger in your favorite store, or avoid the stores and sit down for a cup of tea with a friend. Savor a good book, or give yourself permission to take a nap.
Consider giving yourself a gift that will keep on giving throughout the year. May I suggest the gift of camaraderie, support, and tools for easier living for mothers who want to see the best in their children?
My book, Swan Mothers, was released on October 22, 2012 and is available in paperback or Kindle formats.
Making Your Own Lucky Day
Irish history is filled with difficult times that make the heart weep: invasion, colonization, exploitation, starvation. Does this suggest that the Luck of Irish is bad luck?
Or, does the phrase “Luck of the Irish” has its origin in the days of the Wild West (in the United States) when many Irish people struck it rich during the Gold Rush or were prosperous in silver mining?
This metallically auspicious time also has a shadow. Many non-Irish Americans of those days didn’t think the Irish were capable of success through intelligence or hard work, so they attributed the accomplishments of the Irish to luck.
What do you think? Are some people just lucky, while others are not? MORE
Words Matter: Moving from Casual Cruelty to Conscious Kindness
“People always ask me if I know I’m buying two of everything. Yes, I know! I have twins. What do they think I am, retarded?” The woman in front of me at the checkout said to the cashier. She looked kind and intelligent. I know she was talking without thinking. I know she didn’t intend to be hurtful. But retarded does not mean stupid.
The next day, I was listening to the Diane Rhem show on NPR and one of her guests, a seasoned reporter, said that one of the Republican presidential candidates was “acting as if he had Tourettes.” Diane gently pointed out that this might be offensive to those who live with Tourettes.
When I entered “Tourettes” into the search bar on Twitter, these tweets came up:
- “About to play like I have tourettes if these folks keep staring at me”
- “Work is causing me to have a severe case of tourettes. Floored at the workload. FLOORED! Calgon, take me away.”
- “i keep RT’n u its jus cos u feel how i do & surprisingly ur puttin it into words, i seem to have tourettes right now”
When I entered “retarded” into the search bar on Twitter, these tweets came up:
- “I feel retarded when I’m trying to txt with cold hands.”
- “A cheerleader is a dancer gone retarded”
- “Still having trouble using the correct “you’re/your”? Use “ur” because you’re retarded.” MORE
Wabi Sabi for Loving Our Children
If You Hate Autism, You Hate Autistic People
This headline appeared in my Facebook feed this week. The author, an autistic adult, opens his post with these words:
This does not mean that if you hate autism, you do not also love autistic people. But you hate part of them. (Landon Bryce)
On the Blessed by (Autism) Uniquely Magnificent Children Facebook page, I asked parents to comment. They said:
I hate autism and how my son is disabled and with low intelligence. I love my son. (Jo)
I don’t like autism but I love my daughter for who she is. (Annette)
On the surface, it seems that it is possible to hate autism while loving autistic individuals. When we dig deeper, we begin to sense the truth of Landon’s assertion. (Ouch.) MORE
Homeopathic Remedies for Angry Children
Rianna kicks, hits, and pinches. Jordan sits in the corner with his arms crossed over his chest and his cheeks turning red. Then he starts screaming. Both are angry. Very, very angry. Their parents are scared, sad, frustrated, and likely, very angry themselves.
Anger and rage attacks are complex phenomenon and are sometimes associated with ADHD, depression, impulse disorders, addiction, and brain chemistry abnormalities. Homeopathic remedies can have profound affects in transforming emotional patterns and facilitating mental and physical balance and harmony.
For chronic or severe anger issues, it is advisable to work with professional homeopaths and therapists. MORE
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Valentines? Bah, Humbug!
It is February 13, and, yet again, I have not bought those silly, pre-printed Valentines for my elementary school-aged kids to distribute to their classmates. Though I will. It is required.
The class lists for addressing Valentines were sent home few weeks ago. Other children came to school today (a whole day early!) clutching red-heart-decorated shoe and boot boxes to collect the cards and treats. I will supervise reluctant card-signing tonight. MORE
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With Awareness, Sadness
Sunday morning, I prepared Ellana and Jonathon for Candle-Lighting and caroling with their Ukrainian Scouting Group. Daniel flicked his fingers near his eyes and asked a quick series of questions.
“Why I not speak Ukrainian? Why even learning to speak English hard for me? Why I not talk until four and a half, like Einstein?” MORE
Tears Today: School, Stress, and Autism
We’ve been living without schedules and school since June. And we liked it. But a week before Christmas, we finally moved into our new home and enrolled the children in school. Today was their first day.
Ellana, 13, was excited to go. She had her schedule and school map highlighted and coordinated, a new binder, and a new top. Her main request was, “Please don’t meet me at the bus stop.”
Stephen, 9, jumped out of bed and was dressed five minutes after I woke him. “Might as well get this over with,” he sighed slouching into a fleecy sweatshirt. His biggest concern was finding friends. (He’s very discriminating.)
We met a boy about his size as we walked to school. By the time we got to the door, Stephen knew someone in his class. They went to line up together.
When we arrived at Daniel’s classroom, his eyes filled with tears. “I’m a little bit nervous he said,” looking terrified. MORE
Setting the Course for 2012 with . . . a Word
I rowed for 14 minutes today. My first exercise in months. Why did I begin before the Big January 1 Start-Your-New-Year’s-Resolutions day? I chose my Word for 2012 and the rowing just happened. (Watch out Nike!)
How I Managed to Just Do It! (for this is not my usual way)
We have been busy house-hunting, selling, and buying since August. I used the busyness of the move as an excuse to eat more cookies and exercise less. I promised myself that once we moved into our new home, I would return to healthier habits. MORE
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How to Make Children Happy During the Holidays
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A week before Christmas: Most of our belongings stood scattered throughout our house in big, brown boxes, evidence of our third cross-state move in four years.
Yesterday: Many boxes remained stacked and sealed. We set out to buy a Christmas Tree.
How a Glass of Wine Created an Internet Sensation (aka: The Power of a Mother)
There is a delightful video clip circulating on the Internet. In it, a woman approaches Michael Buble during a concert and tells him that her son “sings really good.” Buble looks amused/annoyed. The surprised boy is beckoned to the stage and Buble says, “You’re 15 and you want to sing?”
Sam mumbles something that is not audible in the video. Then the mom says something and Buble says into the mike, “I know you’re a mom. I’m a singer. I show up and do this.”
Buble then throws up his hands and says, “You know what? We’ve taken it this far already. Come up here for a minute.”
Sam Hollyman is lifted over the bar that separates the audience from the stage. When he begins singing, Buble’s eyes go wide, he jumps up and says, “Holy s#itzballs mom. Sam can sing.” The audience applauds wildly. MORE
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School for Uniquely Magnificent Children
Two years ago, after a lifetime in Michigan and one (homeschooling) year near Ft. Lauderdale, Florida, our family moved to Madison, Wisconsin. We fell in love with the suburb in which we chose a home. There was a park with a playground across the street, the local athletic club had a waterpark and swimming lessons specifically for autistic children, downtown was just the right size for us.
At that time, I had been homeschooling all of my children for two years, my eldest for five. Moving to a new town, I planned to enroll our youngest and oldest in public school while keeping Daniel at home. I was certain the schools would not be able to meet his needs.
A Brief History of Our School Adventures
Daniel had been in public school for four years before we started moving around. His preschool autism program at the Macomb Intermdiate School District (MISD) had been wonderful. His teachers, therapists, and aides were brilliant. But after three years, the autism program no longer suited him. He was placed in regular kindergarten (with no aide or support) for half the day and in a program for cognitively impaired children the other half. MORE



