Lately I’ve been over-indulging (in a good way) in positive and inspirational activities. I’m immersing myself into The Skinny Dip Society (more on that in a later post), attending Bloggy Boot Camps, reading Live Happy magazine and focusing on all the good in my life. I’m irritatingly happy and optimistic these days. Ergo, time for a Things To Be Excited About post! Without further ado, here they are: Continue reading Things to be Excited About – October 2014
Years ago I started writing a memoir about our autism journey. I’ve struggled in the process, not sure if I had the right to speak for the whole family, given so many details were intensely personal. There are however a few chapters that I felt were really good – but didn’t know if they’d ever be read. “The Little Bus” was one of those chapters. When my friend Kristi, from Finding Ninee, asked me to contribute to her Our Land Series, I knew I had the piece. I’m going to use Kristi’s words to describe Our Land:
“One day, I wrote a post called The Land of Empathy and Wonder, wondering how my little boy sees the world. In marveling at the beauty in which he looks at life, I declared that I want to live in Our Land – a place where empathy and wonder rule. Where quirks and differences are celebrated and everybody is appreciated for his own uniqueness.
This land exists. It exists right now in some of you, if only ideally. We, my friends, have the power to transform our worlds, our ideal places, and our homes into The Land of Empathy and Wonder.”
I’m over at the Family Legacy Center today, talking about how I’ve made the extra effort to have family dinners multiple times a week – as a part of our family’s legacy.
I watched a lot of television when I was growing up, especially the family shows like, The Brady Bunch, Leave It to Beaver and Eight Is Enough. My favorite scenes took place at the dinner table. Whether it was a family feud or a cheerful gathering, I was enthralled. I romanticized the “iconic family dinner,” probably because my family rarely sat down and ate together. My dad worked nights and my mom dined with him when he got home, which was always after my brother and I had gone to bed. For some reason, at our house the family dinner was never a priority. This is probably why I’d get so excited whenever I was invited to dinner at friends’ homes.
Before I had children, I vowed that when I did, I’d cook every night and we’d eat together as a family. So I was very surprised when I realized that this didn’t often occur in our house. And believe me, I have tons of excuses – some good, some lame. Suffice it to say, my family was so not The Brady Bunch.
When it comes to my neighbors, I’ve been pretty lucky. A few years ago, we lived in a typical subdivision, on a cul-de-sac, with lots of neighbors. Having spent many, many years living in Florida and/or apartments, where neighbors rarely even acknowledge each other, I loved the suburban life – especially for my kids. I also came to appreciate the village it took to look after our son Barrett. Continue reading When Barrett Met the Neighbors