Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Aren't they beautiful? This is where I come from. These are my mother's sisters, my precious aunts. Look at those beautiful smiles. I don't know about you, but I can just see the love radiating from each and every one of them. Maybe I'm a little biased. Good. Every one of these ladies has poured a whole lotta love into me. I remember Aunt Mandy bringing her guitar and singing songs with us, spending every summer with Aunt Julie, dress-up day with Aunt Ruthie, church with Aunt Harriann, and dance lessons with Aunt Rosie. What a wonderful way to grow up. What wonderful people to grow up with.
Aunt Julie is not in this one, but my Uncle David and his wife, Aunt Pat, are. They're great. The last time the boys and I visited with Uncle David and Aunt Pat, they sent the boys home with a great big bag of candy bars. Now that's how you make friends with a kid. Heck, that's how you make friends with me. Who doesn't love chocolate? That's how Uncle David wooed us as kids, too. I remember him giving us two quarters and saying "Now, go to the store, and get me a candy bar, and then eat it for me, okay?" Oh, we loved it when Uncle David came by. He and Dad would sit out on the car and drink beer.
I look at these pictures, and I feel such love. I have a great family. I come from wonderful stock, Christian women, strong women. Steel magnolias. If you could've know my Grandmother..... she was such a beautiful Christian woman. I'm so proud to be from this family, and blessed.
I can't wait to visit.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Lately, David has made some serious advances in talking. He is now starting to answer questions with words other than 'yes' or 'no'. That's a big thing. I asked him what his new stuffed dog's name was, he said 'Chihuahua'. That was the first time. By the way, it was not a little chihuahua toy, it was like a Pound Puppy or something. I ask him what he's reading, he says 'Ten Apples Up On Top'. That type of question/answer thing. This is all very new, in the last month, even just the last few weeks. It's exciting.
But boy, I wish David could talk more. Lately, he cries a lot. In bed, at night, or just when he chills on his bed like he likes to do. He'll just start with that big old crying, and he can't tell me what's wrong with him. I take a guess, maybe he's hurting, and give him Tylenol, and that usually works. So I think maybe there's something hurting him. The trouble is, this has been happening mostly every day. I mean, occasionally there will be a day when it doesn't happen, but not often. So I worry, is he having headaches, or toothaches, or what? I want to take him to the doctor, and I will, of course I will. But this has happened before, and I take him to the doctor, and it's so hard, because he can't tell us what's wrong. He can't say where the pain is, poor thing. We have to guess. And so, there's just not much we can do. Maybe this time I'll insist they do some bloodwork, do a work-up. If nothing else, a CBC, because I don't like those bags under his eyes, and it will at least tell us if he's anemic or something.... I'm gonna do some serious searching in Austin, see if I can find me some kind of a specialist, who understands what this mother of a child with autism is going through, and can do more searching.... I don't know. But I worry about my baby. I know good and well, it's hard for him, more so even than for me. Hmmmmm......
Well, I don't want to end the blog in this downer way, so look at that smile! He had insisted I buy Star Crunch that day, and after everyone had one and they were hidden (right!) in my room, he kept sneaking in there and getting one. When I caught him with the camera, he thought it was hilarious. This picture is priceless. That's why I love it.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
Sunday, June 20, 2010
This is my son, Jonathan. It is his birthday today, his fourteenth. It is a day of much emotion for me, as are all of my sons' birthdays. I love to celebrate my kids' birthdays, love to spoil them. I hope that they all really look forward to their birthdays, because they know it's going to be great. I let them be rotten on their birthdays, no chores, and they get to hog the computer. Everyone is supposed to be nice to them, although as they get older, it gets harder to make their brothers cooperate. To me, everyone owns one day a year, the day you were born. Other holidays are wonderful, and we look forward to them, but you have to share them. Your birthday is your own. So today, we will go to Jon's favorite restaurant - Whataburger. Yeah, he's fourteen. He'll have two of those huge hamburgers, and he'll eat both of them, in addition to his fries and drink. God love him, it doesn't look like they hurt him, does it. He really only pigs out at Whataburger. He's not an overeater, so I don't worry about it. I got him a microphone for the computer as a birthday gift. His father and his grandparents gave him money, which, you know, he's fourteen, he really appreciates. We'll have cake and ice cream later.
You know, is it the same for all mothers? In my mind, quietly, I kind of view this as a holiday for myself as well. I think of what happened to me on June 20, 1996. I think of all the events, beginning to end. It was such a blessed day. The day my baby came into the world. It was a day of miracles. Jon, when he arrived, was not a healthy baby. He wasn't all bunched up and screaming as they handed him off in the delivery room. He was limp, and blue. He didn't cry, didn't even breathe. My OB handed to a neo-nate team waiting right there, because they knew already that there was trouble. The team worked and worked, while I fell to pieces, asking how my baby was. I remember at one point screaming "Somebody tell me my baby is going to be okay!" Thankfully, the neonatologist immediately did. He didn't interrupt his work, but he said "Your baby's going to be okay." They worked a little more, then he brought him to me and told me to give him a quick kiss before they whisked him away. That was just so awful. But we got on the phones, and called everybody we knew, and got them all started praying. A little later, the neonatologist came to tell me what was going on. He said my boy would be fine, but it would take a while. He said I could come visit him in NICU in the morning, but he wouldn't be leaving the unit. He said I would have to pump, that Jon was not strong enough to nurse. He said Jon would be in the unit for a few days. But he said that Jon would be okay, and that was what mattered. So my friends and I all prayed for a miracle. An hour or two later, here came a nurse, and said "Get up, Mom, your baby's hungry." I said "What? The doctor said he would be too weak to nurse." They said "It's the weirdest thing, he just all of a sudden perked up." Huh, weird, you say? I say God, but you say what you want. I nursed my baby. The next morning, I got up and went to the nursery to see my baby. When I got there, they said "We were just about to bring him to you." "Wait," I said, "the doctor said he would not leave the unit yet." "Weird thing," begins the nurse......... yeah, weird, hmmmm, maybe a God thing? But they didn't know. I'm sure I told them it was God, I'm really not the type not to. The long and short of it, God was miraculous, He showed all of us who were praying that night that Jon was born, just how quickly He can answer prayer, just how mighty He is. I bless God for Jon, as I bless God for all my children. I bless God for so much in my life, but I just am so happy that He gave me my boys.
Thank you, God, and Happy Birthday, Jon.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
My sister, Jane, is one of my favorite people. She's top five, though I won't try to narrow it any further than that (being I have four sons). She's been really supportive of me, all my life.
I credit Jane with my being able to graduate high school. My mother was of that old school, where the kids were raised until they were 16, then told it was time to fly the coop. That's how my mother was raised, and how she intended to raise us. We were told that when we were 16, we were expected to quit school and make our own way. Well, in her freshman or sophomore year, Jane took a Business Law class, and I don't know if it was covered in class, or if they were just discussing it, but Jane found out that a child has the legal right to graduate high school, and the parent has to support them until they do. She informed my mother of this in my presence (I don't know if my presence was on purpose or not, but I'm sure glad I was there.) and told me to stick to my guns until I graduated. I appreciate that a lot. She was also the one to teach and encourage me in many ways throughout my growing up years.
One thing I have always admired about Jane is her artistic talent. I remember in high school, even her art teacher thought she was incredibly talented. When Jane and I lived together in our late teens/early twenties, she started a painting once, and told me it was going to be a carousel pony on the beach, with the city skyline somewhere in the background. Man, I thought that was going to be a pretty picture. I don't know if she ever finished it or not, or what happenned to it if she did.
The picture above is a picture Jane painted of me. When I was little I took piano lessons, and I fancy myself a fair pianist today, though not what I would like to be. I love this picture, it's one of my favorite possessions. (ack, I don't think that's spelled correctly.) There are allusions to two songs out of John Thompson, Book One. Can you find them?
Friday, June 18, 2010
So there. That's me in a nutshell. a goob! Well, no always, there are some times, in fact, when I can be flat-up smart, and I'm not talking about alec. But a lot of the time, yeah........ ditzy.
So what I've been missing most about myspace is the blog capability, the ability to go on there and just write random things about what's going on in my life, because I know everybody is on the edge of your chairs, waiting to hear what Julie has to say...... now lookie here, I've found another outlet. Aren't y'all glad?