In the final episode of "Little Dorrit" Arthur discovers his feelings for Amy and she reveals hers for him. But he bids her "away" because now that he is in debtor's prison, (Not through any fault of his own, but because he put all his money in the Miggles' bank) he must not let her be tainted by any association with him. She will not allow this and pledges that she will come and visit him every day. When his business partner shortly thereafter arrives to tell him that his trip to Russia has been successful and that his invention has made them both a great fortune... I cried. We were all sitting and watching at the table, eating a late dinner, when the tears started.
"Oh my gosh, Mom is crying!" While I sobbed and cried like a baby, I tried to explain that if they'd been watching with me for the past four weeks they'd understand what this meant, but in this house I'm the only fan of Victorian Era Sagas.
I had not read this Dicken's story and although I hoped for the best, and most of the Dickens' I know about have happy endings, you just never know. I'm ashamed to admit that I feared the worst. I imagined too many terrible scenes! It's exhausting really.
In Dickens, as in life, there is a better chance that things will work out for the best than that they will not. Why think that the worst might happen when it's just as likely and much more probable that the best will happen?
Why not hope that the honest and good guy and his "little amy" (who really could care less about money problems-and was just as happy to live with him forever in debtors prison) will find in the end that everything will turn out just fine!
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Little Dorrit
I'm in love with the Dickens' series on Masterpiece Theater this month!
I wait all week for Sunday night to see what will happen and how it works out for Little Amy Dorrit, at the same time waiting to see how it all turns out for our family.
The classic Dickens' themes of poverty, affluence, greed, charity, humility, pride, friendship and love are oh so timely for us.
Will Amy's Father, finally released from debtor's prison and able to enjoy his fortune simply go mad because he cannot reconcile his past life with his present?
Will Amy marry Arthur Clennam? Is Mrs. Clennam somehow connected to the Dorrits?
Will someone please push Mrs. Clennam and her wheelchair down those rickety stairs?
It will be exciting to see how it unfolds.
Will it be a happy ending?
I wait all week for Sunday night to see what will happen and how it works out for Little Amy Dorrit, at the same time waiting to see how it all turns out for our family.
The classic Dickens' themes of poverty, affluence, greed, charity, humility, pride, friendship and love are oh so timely for us.
Will Amy's Father, finally released from debtor's prison and able to enjoy his fortune simply go mad because he cannot reconcile his past life with his present?
Will Amy marry Arthur Clennam? Is Mrs. Clennam somehow connected to the Dorrits?
Will someone please push Mrs. Clennam and her wheelchair down those rickety stairs?
It will be exciting to see how it unfolds.
Will it be a happy ending?
Monday, April 20, 2009
There's a fine line between hope and despair. It's more like a thread. You can be feeling pretty confident in your efforts to do everything in your power that you can do, and then "turn the rest over" as well as feel like you've gotten a pretty good hold on a "positive attitude", when suddenly it can all change. I've had a few days where I'm just going along fine and then the bottom drops out so fast that it makes my head swim. Yesterday, my seven year old and I were sitting at the table and he was drawing a bunch of money. He drew all kinds of money in different denominations; .01, .05, .10, .25, 10.00, 100.00, and finally a bigger paper money that looked sort of like this-$100,000,000,000.00-only without the commas in the right places. He has also not learned where to put the cents or dollars signs, but the point was not lost on me that this represented a lot of moola.
Then he drew another picture of a square and put it inside a larger rectangle with little broken lines going down the middle. He said "this is a box". He then asked "Okay Mom, which would you rather do..." pointing to the box, "live in a box in the road?" and then pointing to the money, "Or have all this money?" Well, I'm not as dumb as I seem, so I said "The money." He said "Me too." Then he ran away to play or do something else and left me there looking at my two choices. I wanted to cry. I wanted to take a trip to the land of "despair".
I wanted to wail and whine good and long. But I had to make dinner.
There are times when you just have to choose.
Will you take the road to despair or will you make dinner?
For some reason, yesterday was a constant struggle for me between hope and despair.
Today is much better, and I think it has something to do with my recognizing that I can choose.
I don't always need to take that road-even when things are really bad.
If I can't get to hope or I'm struggling with it-I can pray for help to get there, and it always comes....if I'm patient. Sometimes, you need to just put despair off- make dinner, read, do some math homework, watch a good movie, go to bed and try afresh tomarrow with a new prayer in your heart that hope will be made aware to you.
Then he drew another picture of a square and put it inside a larger rectangle with little broken lines going down the middle. He said "this is a box". He then asked "Okay Mom, which would you rather do..." pointing to the box, "live in a box in the road?" and then pointing to the money, "Or have all this money?" Well, I'm not as dumb as I seem, so I said "The money." He said "Me too." Then he ran away to play or do something else and left me there looking at my two choices. I wanted to cry. I wanted to take a trip to the land of "despair".
I wanted to wail and whine good and long. But I had to make dinner.
There are times when you just have to choose.
Will you take the road to despair or will you make dinner?
For some reason, yesterday was a constant struggle for me between hope and despair.
Today is much better, and I think it has something to do with my recognizing that I can choose.
I don't always need to take that road-even when things are really bad.
If I can't get to hope or I'm struggling with it-I can pray for help to get there, and it always comes....if I'm patient. Sometimes, you need to just put despair off- make dinner, read, do some math homework, watch a good movie, go to bed and try afresh tomarrow with a new prayer in your heart that hope will be made aware to you.
Friday, April 17, 2009
In the garden
Today I walked out into a corner of the yard that I usually don't go.
I looked through the back fence to watch Miya while she walked to her friend's house. She waved when she got there and as I stepped away from the fence, I looked down and found Raini's retainer, with a chip out of the front.
I guess the dog decided not to eat it, but carried it out here and dropped it in the ivy.
I'll take it in on monday to see if it can be repaired.
I looked through the back fence to watch Miya while she walked to her friend's house. She waved when she got there and as I stepped away from the fence, I looked down and found Raini's retainer, with a chip out of the front.
I guess the dog decided not to eat it, but carried it out here and dropped it in the ivy.
I'll take it in on monday to see if it can be repaired.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
God does not care about crooked teeth
The dog ate Raini's retainer today.
I called the orthodontist to see how this will kill me.
It will kill me hard and fast with $230 big ones. I wonder how fast teeth move. Can they wait for our next job or will they move at break-neck speed back to crazy misalignment?
Raini, is not concerned. (Well, other than the fact that mom is pretty freaked out.)
"I don't care at all," she yells at us "in fact I liked my teeth better when they were crooked!"
Kari and I smile.
For several years before she actually got braces, Raini did not want them. She had to be talked into them slowly. Her arguments were so good that we too began to question whether or not she really had to have braces. One of her most convincing ones was the idea that Heavenly Father loved her and did not care at all if her teeth were straight or crooked.
We always thought this was sweet, but talked her into getting braces anyway.
I wonder why we could not "let go" of our obsession for straight teeth.
Because everyone else has straight teeth? Are crooked teeth dangerous?
I think straight teeth are easier to floss and keep clean, but I would be so much richer now if I weren't so obsessed with straightness.
Maybe tomarrow i'll go check through Sadie's poop. (What? Havn't you seen Marley)
I called the orthodontist to see how this will kill me.
It will kill me hard and fast with $230 big ones. I wonder how fast teeth move. Can they wait for our next job or will they move at break-neck speed back to crazy misalignment?
Raini, is not concerned. (Well, other than the fact that mom is pretty freaked out.)
"I don't care at all," she yells at us "in fact I liked my teeth better when they were crooked!"
Kari and I smile.
For several years before she actually got braces, Raini did not want them. She had to be talked into them slowly. Her arguments were so good that we too began to question whether or not she really had to have braces. One of her most convincing ones was the idea that Heavenly Father loved her and did not care at all if her teeth were straight or crooked.
We always thought this was sweet, but talked her into getting braces anyway.
I wonder why we could not "let go" of our obsession for straight teeth.
Because everyone else has straight teeth? Are crooked teeth dangerous?
I think straight teeth are easier to floss and keep clean, but I would be so much richer now if I weren't so obsessed with straightness.
Maybe tomarrow i'll go check through Sadie's poop. (What? Havn't you seen Marley)
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
"Work things out and get along peacefully-are you insane?"
Remember when we sat everyone down to explain about the lay off? We asked for help and encouraged all the kids to do their chores, homework and to try to get along with each other peacefully. We asked for cooperation and support so that Dad and Mom could think and focus on what it is we need to be doing. We made a list and everyone decided to "Be Happy".
It's not working!
In fact, it seems worse. Arguments, tattle-tales, sticking-out-of -tongues, and frustrated crying about who gets to watch what or play what. One brother grabbed the other by the hair yesterday.
Everyone seems grumpier than usual, and the people in this family are starting to act-STRESSED.
Maybe it's time for a family meeting about our fears and worries and the stress we may be feeling. We all want to be happy and have faith, but we all also need to say what we really think and address our feelings. I think it may be good to address your fears first, before you can lay them aside.
What exactly are our fears associated with the fact that Dad has no income to speak of?
Are we afraid of becoming homeless? being without food? Of not being able to buy shoes? Being judged? We'll have to think about this.
All the kids also have hayfever that seems to have turned into colds, this on the heals of the bad flu or whatever it was we had in March.
The kids are on each others nerves and this drives me crazy.
Are the days of peacefully playing together gone?
Ah-h-h, I remember the years of quietly reading or doing art at the kitchen table.
It's not working!
In fact, it seems worse. Arguments, tattle-tales, sticking-out-of -tongues, and frustrated crying about who gets to watch what or play what. One brother grabbed the other by the hair yesterday.
Everyone seems grumpier than usual, and the people in this family are starting to act-STRESSED.
Maybe it's time for a family meeting about our fears and worries and the stress we may be feeling. We all want to be happy and have faith, but we all also need to say what we really think and address our feelings. I think it may be good to address your fears first, before you can lay them aside.
What exactly are our fears associated with the fact that Dad has no income to speak of?
Are we afraid of becoming homeless? being without food? Of not being able to buy shoes? Being judged? We'll have to think about this.
All the kids also have hayfever that seems to have turned into colds, this on the heals of the bad flu or whatever it was we had in March.
The kids are on each others nerves and this drives me crazy.
Are the days of peacefully playing together gone?
Ah-h-h, I remember the years of quietly reading or doing art at the kitchen table.
Monday, April 13, 2009
What to do on Spring Break with no moola
It's spring break. We're not doing anything and we're not going anywhere.
Here's what we're doing while dad works on his resume and mom tries intermittently to study for her math test; clean the kitchen, rake the back yard, climb the fence and play with the cousins, take the dog for a walk, clean up poop in the back yard, play "spore", go ice blocking at the park, jump on the tramp, rake the front yard, fix lunch-leftovers from our Easter dinner-(deviled eggs, funeral potatoes, ham sandwiches) Friends over to play and go roller skating. Put Lima beans and the last of the ham in a crock pot for our dinner, get on facebook, write a blog, wonder how my kitchen is a mess again-but don't do anything about it, sit outside in the sun and enjoy the newly raked yard, (that already looks crappy because of course we have a dog.) Eat dinner, read together and go to bed.
It's been a nice day and we didn't go anywhere, and didn't spend any money.
It can be done.
Here's what we're doing while dad works on his resume and mom tries intermittently to study for her math test; clean the kitchen, rake the back yard, climb the fence and play with the cousins, take the dog for a walk, clean up poop in the back yard, play "spore", go ice blocking at the park, jump on the tramp, rake the front yard, fix lunch-leftovers from our Easter dinner-(deviled eggs, funeral potatoes, ham sandwiches) Friends over to play and go roller skating. Put Lima beans and the last of the ham in a crock pot for our dinner, get on facebook, write a blog, wonder how my kitchen is a mess again-but don't do anything about it, sit outside in the sun and enjoy the newly raked yard, (that already looks crappy because of course we have a dog.) Eat dinner, read together and go to bed.
It's been a nice day and we didn't go anywhere, and didn't spend any money.
It can be done.
Friday, April 10, 2009
What we told the kids
We told the kids on sunday about the big "lay off".
After a nice day together, we sat down for dinner and afterwards we felt it was the right time to have a family meeting to talk about this.
We told them about the loss of the job, but assured them that we felt we would be oaky.
That we had money enough to last us a little while if we were very careful. (about 2 or 3 months or 2 or 3 minutes -whichever comes first)
We told them that we had felt comforted as well as confident that things would all work out okay for our family, that we would rely on Heavenly Father to guide and direct us.
We told the kids they didn't need to worry, but that they should continue to join with us for our family prayers and scripture study and that it would help if they would try to work extra hard at getting along peacefully with each other, helping each other and do their chores and homework, so that Mom and Dad could concentrate on what we needed to do. We also reminded them that finding a new job/jobs and figuring out how to take care of the family was our focus and that they just needed to focus on their "jobs".
Then one of the kids suggested that we make a "plan" for some things we could do to help.
We made a list on the giant white board in the kitchen that was very good -full of various ideas presented by all the children.
The List
#1.Trust in the Lord
#2.Keep the commandments
#3.Be happy
#4.Pray and read scriptures together
#5.Fast
#6.Be positive-even in the toughest of times
#7.Have a big garage sale and get rid of some stuff
We like this list. It gave everyone a chance to give suggestions, but reaffimred to all our minds that we will continue to acknowledge our need for the Lord's help and guidance in this and all things. We will Trust in the Lord.
After a nice day together, we sat down for dinner and afterwards we felt it was the right time to have a family meeting to talk about this.
We told them about the loss of the job, but assured them that we felt we would be oaky.
That we had money enough to last us a little while if we were very careful. (about 2 or 3 months or 2 or 3 minutes -whichever comes first)
We told them that we had felt comforted as well as confident that things would all work out okay for our family, that we would rely on Heavenly Father to guide and direct us.
We told the kids they didn't need to worry, but that they should continue to join with us for our family prayers and scripture study and that it would help if they would try to work extra hard at getting along peacefully with each other, helping each other and do their chores and homework, so that Mom and Dad could concentrate on what we needed to do. We also reminded them that finding a new job/jobs and figuring out how to take care of the family was our focus and that they just needed to focus on their "jobs".
Then one of the kids suggested that we make a "plan" for some things we could do to help.
We made a list on the giant white board in the kitchen that was very good -full of various ideas presented by all the children.
The List
#1.Trust in the Lord
#2.Keep the commandments
#3.Be happy
#4.Pray and read scriptures together
#5.Fast
#6.Be positive-even in the toughest of times
#7.Have a big garage sale and get rid of some stuff
We like this list. It gave everyone a chance to give suggestions, but reaffimred to all our minds that we will continue to acknowledge our need for the Lord's help and guidance in this and all things. We will Trust in the Lord.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
What not to say to someone who has just Lost a job.
When you loose your job, or your spouse looses his job, it is pretty harsh. But that is only the beginning. There are many other annoyances that go along with it, that are just part of the "jobless" territory.
You have to let people know that this has happened. Now is not the time to be private.
You never know who will be a lead for you in finding a new job, so it's important that the fact that you are now looking for a new job gets out as quickly as possible.
The breaking of this news to family and friends is never fun. Do it quickly and tell them "not to worry" and then get off the phone or get outta there as soon as possible or you will have to listen to a lot of other stories of other people they have heard of lately who have also been recently been laid off, subsequently divorced, had medical problems or have died. When you mention this fact to friends or neighbors there is a wide variety of responses.
Some responses include "OH MY____!" "OH NOT THAT!" "Are you kidding me?" " Well I hope you have a years supply of food storage!" Some have demanded "What the _____ are you going to DO NOW?" Some seem stunned to some level-and sort of retreat into a fearful state of distraction. And many others we find, are inclined to offer advice. How ever well intentioned and well-meaning, this is really not the best time to offer advice about what causes "financial ruin" or recite statistics about the "leading cause of divorce" being financial problems.
There are many responses to news of joblessness, but the kind we have really appreciated is just a heartfelt "I'm sorry" or "Hang in there".
You have to let people know that this has happened. Now is not the time to be private.
You never know who will be a lead for you in finding a new job, so it's important that the fact that you are now looking for a new job gets out as quickly as possible.
The breaking of this news to family and friends is never fun. Do it quickly and tell them "not to worry" and then get off the phone or get outta there as soon as possible or you will have to listen to a lot of other stories of other people they have heard of lately who have also been recently been laid off, subsequently divorced, had medical problems or have died. When you mention this fact to friends or neighbors there is a wide variety of responses.
Some responses include "OH MY____!" "OH NOT THAT!" "Are you kidding me?" " Well I hope you have a years supply of food storage!" Some have demanded "What the _____ are you going to DO NOW?" Some seem stunned to some level-and sort of retreat into a fearful state of distraction. And many others we find, are inclined to offer advice. How ever well intentioned and well-meaning, this is really not the best time to offer advice about what causes "financial ruin" or recite statistics about the "leading cause of divorce" being financial problems.
There are many responses to news of joblessness, but the kind we have really appreciated is just a heartfelt "I'm sorry" or "Hang in there".
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
We are officially "Laid Off"!
Last Friday my husband was "let go". This is the same, I guess as being "laid off" but not quite like"being fired".
My husband is a really good guy, knowledgeable, optimistic, a good co-worker, is not afraid of staying late or working hard and so, by all accounts, people were sorry to see him go. The company is trying to stay afloat and who knows-if they can make it through these hard times, just maybe they'll be in a position to rehire. We can hope, but we are not going to hold our breathes.
Working for a small start-up company means working for your hope in the future, not getting the big bucks, but believing enough in the value of the product that you can work hard for the payoff down the road. We have been living pretty much from paycheck to paycheck for the past three or four years years as it is, and we have not been able to "stock pile" a mass of savings or food storage. About 6 months ago, after all my children were in school, I took a part time job after being a stay at home mom for the past 17 years because I thought it would be "fun" to have a little extra money and be able finally to put some away in savings. Almost the next month my husband received his first pay cut.
There were several large layoffs, followed by another pay cut and then yet another layoff which included us.
On a scale from 1 to 10, 10 being the highest we are at about a 2 on the "Freaked Out" scale.
Perhaps we are in shock, but the full import of this just hasn't hit us yet. I would say that we have felt oddly comforted. And also, it's only been 4 days since the big "lay off".
Maybe we're relieved to finally be where we have feared we would be for so long that it's just finally good to know where we stand. My husband and I are both 46 and 45 and maybe this serves as our mid-life crises. We both agree that while loosing one's job and health insurance is more than a little annoying, it might be the spring-board to move us towards a new adventure.
We are both open to something completely new.
We do have five school-aged children who do continue to rely on us, and will for many more years, so how crazy can we be? We're looking into it.
That's the reason for beginning this blog. More later.
My husband is a really good guy, knowledgeable, optimistic, a good co-worker, is not afraid of staying late or working hard and so, by all accounts, people were sorry to see him go. The company is trying to stay afloat and who knows-if they can make it through these hard times, just maybe they'll be in a position to rehire. We can hope, but we are not going to hold our breathes.
Working for a small start-up company means working for your hope in the future, not getting the big bucks, but believing enough in the value of the product that you can work hard for the payoff down the road. We have been living pretty much from paycheck to paycheck for the past three or four years years as it is, and we have not been able to "stock pile" a mass of savings or food storage. About 6 months ago, after all my children were in school, I took a part time job after being a stay at home mom for the past 17 years because I thought it would be "fun" to have a little extra money and be able finally to put some away in savings. Almost the next month my husband received his first pay cut.
There were several large layoffs, followed by another pay cut and then yet another layoff which included us.
On a scale from 1 to 10, 10 being the highest we are at about a 2 on the "Freaked Out" scale.
Perhaps we are in shock, but the full import of this just hasn't hit us yet. I would say that we have felt oddly comforted. And also, it's only been 4 days since the big "lay off".
Maybe we're relieved to finally be where we have feared we would be for so long that it's just finally good to know where we stand. My husband and I are both 46 and 45 and maybe this serves as our mid-life crises. We both agree that while loosing one's job and health insurance is more than a little annoying, it might be the spring-board to move us towards a new adventure.
We are both open to something completely new.
We do have five school-aged children who do continue to rely on us, and will for many more years, so how crazy can we be? We're looking into it.
That's the reason for beginning this blog. More later.
Monday, April 6, 2009
"let Go"
I've been a SAHM (stay at home mom) for the last 17 years and i have really enjoyed it.
Motherhood has deepened my soul, taxed my brain, worn out my body and changed me forever.
This year, after all my children were in school all day i took a part-time job in a special-needs classroom. I have been working with Kids with severe disabilities and they have saved me from focusing too much on my own problems. As the financial stresses grew more and more evident this year for us and for my husbands job, it was a good thing for me to get out of my very quiet house while my kids were at school and go get out of myself and help as a "para" or aide. I've pushed kids in wheelchairs, accompanied two of them, who were my particular charge, to "mainstream" classes. I've tested them, quizzed them on spelling, math and comprehension, learned how to work a "Dynavox" word device for kids with no means of verbal communication,
was trained to "cath" and feed with a "feeding tube" and twice a month I get to teach Art.
We've taken these kids bowling, to the planetarium, farm, ice skating, to the theater, and every thursday we take them swimming. It's been a pleasure and a delight and to get to know them and they have enriched my life.
It's been an amazing experience for me. I now see what goes on in a special needs classroom.
For years I put my own special needs child on the bus and sent her off into the world, praying hard that she would be okay. She was.
I'm now looking into going back to school for a teaching certificate in mild/moderate disabilities.
I'm excited and nervous. But first I have to pass the Math Competency Test.
Did I mention that I'm fairly sure, I myself have some undiagnosed learning disorders? Especially in math.
I've never been tested-I don't think they tested for things like that when I was school-aged.
I'm just saying, the math test is not going to be easy for me.
I don't want to push any more. I want more to be "guided" now.
I am to a point where I am needing to "Let Go" of things that don't work for me anymore.
I will study for my math test and I am open to this direction that I think I might be going-to be a teacher of kids with disabilities. But I am not going to try to "make this happen", because I have no energy any more to "make" anything happen.
Motherhood has deepened my soul, taxed my brain, worn out my body and changed me forever.
This year, after all my children were in school all day i took a part-time job in a special-needs classroom. I have been working with Kids with severe disabilities and they have saved me from focusing too much on my own problems. As the financial stresses grew more and more evident this year for us and for my husbands job, it was a good thing for me to get out of my very quiet house while my kids were at school and go get out of myself and help as a "para" or aide. I've pushed kids in wheelchairs, accompanied two of them, who were my particular charge, to "mainstream" classes. I've tested them, quizzed them on spelling, math and comprehension, learned how to work a "Dynavox" word device for kids with no means of verbal communication,
was trained to "cath" and feed with a "feeding tube" and twice a month I get to teach Art.
We've taken these kids bowling, to the planetarium, farm, ice skating, to the theater, and every thursday we take them swimming. It's been a pleasure and a delight and to get to know them and they have enriched my life.
It's been an amazing experience for me. I now see what goes on in a special needs classroom.
For years I put my own special needs child on the bus and sent her off into the world, praying hard that she would be okay. She was.
I'm now looking into going back to school for a teaching certificate in mild/moderate disabilities.
I'm excited and nervous. But first I have to pass the Math Competency Test.
Did I mention that I'm fairly sure, I myself have some undiagnosed learning disorders? Especially in math.
I've never been tested-I don't think they tested for things like that when I was school-aged.
I'm just saying, the math test is not going to be easy for me.
I don't want to push any more. I want more to be "guided" now.
I am to a point where I am needing to "Let Go" of things that don't work for me anymore.
I will study for my math test and I am open to this direction that I think I might be going-to be a teacher of kids with disabilities. But I am not going to try to "make this happen", because I have no energy any more to "make" anything happen.
Welcome to our blog
We are finally starting this today!
We're Parents of 5 children including a special needs child.
For several years I thought I might like to blog on the wonderful and sometimes heartbreaking "adventures" we've had as parents of a special needs child, and just "parenthood" in general.
I've certainly learned a lot and have gained some insights about what it means to parent creatively and effectively with happiness, humour and love. It feels like I've done it all-potty training, tantrums, preschool, homeschool, public school, math homework, music lessons, sports, and about a zillion other things. I thought it might be fun because I already "journal" quite a bit and writing has always been very therapeutic for me.
I have not been inspired or pushed to the point of blogging until today.
I feel compelled to write about our recent "lay-off" and every philosophical feeling pertaining to it.
I'm a private person, so why do this publicly? I'm not sure, other that I feel the need to reach out to other people who may be going through some similar thing. Sometimes, at our most humble and needy, we connect with what is really important-and maybe this is the right time to blog....
Okay, so that's basically what this is about....more to come.
We're Parents of 5 children including a special needs child.
For several years I thought I might like to blog on the wonderful and sometimes heartbreaking "adventures" we've had as parents of a special needs child, and just "parenthood" in general.
I've certainly learned a lot and have gained some insights about what it means to parent creatively and effectively with happiness, humour and love. It feels like I've done it all-potty training, tantrums, preschool, homeschool, public school, math homework, music lessons, sports, and about a zillion other things. I thought it might be fun because I already "journal" quite a bit and writing has always been very therapeutic for me.
I have not been inspired or pushed to the point of blogging until today.
I feel compelled to write about our recent "lay-off" and every philosophical feeling pertaining to it.
I'm a private person, so why do this publicly? I'm not sure, other that I feel the need to reach out to other people who may be going through some similar thing. Sometimes, at our most humble and needy, we connect with what is really important-and maybe this is the right time to blog....
Okay, so that's basically what this is about....more to come.
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