Have you ever wanted something others might consider frivolous? Did you do/buy/get it anyway? I can happily answer affirmatively for both questions.
If you know me at all, you know I enjoy learning and reading all of the time. Months (years?) ago, my daughter showed me information about a country I ‘d never heard of—Sealand. Since it’s a tiny “island,” I’m not sure I would want to actually visit, but I’m willing to be part of the community in my own small way. I did quite a bit of research to find out more, and, from that moment, I dreamed of having a title from Sealand.
I did it! Did I laugh at myself? A bit. Am I sorry? Nope. I was so happy the day the mail came from Sealand.
I told a fellow teacher this morning that I feel like a fake. (She had just complimented my new clothes.) I usually dress casual/comfortable, but lately I’ve branched out to wear dressier styles. I still (and will always) love my skorts from Christopher & Banks (below), but I’m getting a bit braver with fashion.
I enjoy seeing what’s available from Lisa at My Big Sister’s Closet, and once I was inspired to call the shop to place an order. Miss Lisa herself was on the other end of the line. She found out my preferences, took my card number and put together a few items for me. She then texted me pictures of the options, I made decisions and texted back. It was that simple. The package arrived withing the week, and everything was perfect. I could get used to having a personal shopper!
I was lucky to find leggings at Maurice’s in the mall, so I bought three pairs in black. (Not even sorry!) The turquoise/black/grey tunic (below) is from Dollar General!
In case you can’t tell, I hate posing for pics, but I wanted to show some of my new tunic tops. The leggings are great because I prefer to cover my legs, and autumn weather is finally here. (Thanks to Miss Trisha for taking the photos.)
While all other eyes were on the football game, I was captivated by the clouds changing shapes.
I wonder what Don Quixote would think about these….
My daughter and I were having breakfast in a neighboring town this morning when she blindsided me quite neatly.
Bela (pointing): Hey, Mom, you need that lighter!
Me: Which one?
Bela: That skull lighter!
(Note: I love Day of the Dead and anything related to it!)
Bela: Because it’s awesome!
Me: And I am, too?
Bela (sincerely): Yeah.
Many people, more knowledgeable than I for sure, have posted profound essays about autism. Many books have been written about the subject as well. I have a read a few blogs and essays, but now I find myself researching in earnest due to a friendship that has blossomed. Once the friendship cemented and started to grow, I found myself fascinated by my friend’s oldest child. He, as you probably guessed, has autism. Or maybe autism has him. I’m still deciding how I “should” think (according to the experts.)
Some get offended if I say “an autistic child” because they feel that I stress the autism when the child matters more. They prefer the use of “a child with autism.” Other experts preach that parents shouldn’t wish for their autistic child to not have autism as it would change the specialness of said child. I’ve reached the point where I throw the bull crap flag at that view. I, for one, would like to know who that sweet child would be without the influence of autism. It would be such a gift for that child to be able to tell me what he is wishing for, thinking, feeling. I consider autism a disease, not a special quality.
I’ve been a problem solver all of my life, and this situation isn’t any different. It’s actually one of the most important puzzles I’ve ever seen. The maddening part is that I have no idea how to figure it out. That does not mean, however, that I will simply shrug and walk away. I’ve seen my friend cry too many tears to stand by and do nothing.
After falling in love with my friend’s littles, I have discovered a cold, hard truth: autism is painful. It hurts a parent’s heart to watch the wall build up, all the while removing a child from the rest of the family. Autism shreds a parent’s heart piece by piece. Anyone who loves the child is affected.
With the current diagnosis rate of 1 out of every 68 children, maybe we all need to do some studying!