Dentists Are Dead to Me

It’s official: Dentists are dead to me.

I was pretty sure that we were coming to this when I had that fateful dentist appointment a couple of years ago.

But this?  This takes the cake.

And frosts it with cavities.

Poor Sweetgirl.  We have just returned from her semi-annual dentist check up.  She’s had a stellar report each time that we’ve gone. We brush. We swish. We don’t floss. But, hey, we don’t live on candy around here, either. Neither child drinks the usual suspects for cavity inducing liquids.

So, we expected a great report again.

Sweetboy had just gotten a great report again, moments before.

And, Sweetgirl has the cutest little pearly whites I think I’ve ever seen! And I’m only mostly biased.

Seriously? What's not to love about that smile?!

Seriously? What’s not to love about that smile?!

Apparently though, she did not get my healthy toother genes.

Dang.

She bravely marched into the x-ray chair for the very first time this morning, all smiles and cute little pearly teeth. She opened wide and allowed the hygienist to arrange the spacer thingy in her mouth for the optimal viewing of her tiny teeth.  She held still.

SHE HELD STILL!

It was for five seconds, but PEOPLE! She did it!

We returned to our room and she hopped up into the pink (coral) chair to pick out her prize from the revered Prize Box.

Not so fast there, missy.

“Oh, Sweetgirl, you have some boo-boos on your teeth,” the Dentist said in his adorable Argentinian accent.  (I may give him a few extra points for delivering such devastating news in such a pleasant way. MAY.)

I immediately jumped out of my seat. “What kind of boo-boos?”

“She haas seeex cavities on her lowers teeth,” he calmly said.

Sweetboy said, “OH NO!”

I said “HOW MUCH?”

Sweetgirl said, “But, is the medicine to fix them PINK?”

I kid you not.

In that order.

He then gently explained that this will require two separate visits, laughing gas, Novocaine, and a viewing of Frozen.

I asked him if he could pass some of that laughing gas to me.

He was not amused.

Or, surprised.

So, clearly, I am going to have to pray about my stinky attitude toward all Dentists who are not from Argentina.

I’ll do that while I’m at the drugstore trying to find children’s dental floss. That’s pink.

Yes indeedy.

 

The Kids’ Top 5 Places to Visit

Just for kicks and giggles, I asked those darling children of mine a question last weekend: If they could go anyplace, what would their top five be?

They each delivered answers fairly predictably, with just one or two surprises.

Sweetboy’s top five, in a very particular order, are:

1. Go to Disney World. (Shocker!)

2. Go to Hawaii. (Apparently, Disney has a resort there? So… shocker!)

3. Go to California.  (Disneyland. We have a theme going here, don’t we?  And, because, “I’ve always wanted to go to L.A. – it seems cool!”  What’s that now?!)

4. Go to the Florida Keys.  (I wasn’t expecting that one. Ahab and Nana – that’s on you!)

5. Go and visit Wales. (This is not a surprise. After all, I did once use an accent for love.)

And, Sweetgirl’s top five were:

1. Disney World. (Shocker, again!)

2. Legoland in Florida. (Thank you Lego Movie!)

3. Denmark. (She has a sweet little school friend from there.  This is not surprising.)

4. Go to Hawaii because “It’s so warm in there!” (And, as soon as brother reported that there was a Disney Resort there, too, she wanted to move it up to #1. I told her that all decisions were final. No returns or exchanges.)

5. Go see Rio2 at the movies. (Now that was totally random, as we didn’t really dig the first one. Well played Rio2 P.R. People! Also, I didn’t have the heart to tell her that Rio 2 is not a place. She’s six. Whatever.)

There you have it.  Thrilling, I know.

But wait!

There is something thrilling that I’m working very hard to keep from sharing with them.

As far as the Sweetkids know, we are having our Mouse Reunion in December. They’ve been pining to go back since stepping foot off of Disney property this time, last year. We’ve been talking it up with them for the last 3 months. We’ve even been involving them in choosing a hotel, mapping out new restaurants to try, and which rides to make sure to hit.

What they don’t know is that we’re actually going to be sporting our Mickey Mouse ears really soon!

And, since it’s #1 on both of their lists, I have the feeling that we will have two highly happy children on our hands come the morning we stroll downstairs and announce that we’re going.

Oh, yes indeedy!

I can not tell you how happy this place makes my family. I had my doubts about how “magical” it all really was – until we actually went for the first time a few years ago.  All doubts were eradicated! Each visit to Disney World has been special for this quirky family of mine in so many ways.  Sweetman and I can’t wait!

In the meantime, I’d appreciate prayers for strength to keep my big mouth shut.  I’m ’bout ready to burst! I keep telling myself that I’ve made it this last couple of months – I can make it another couple of weeks, right?

RIGHT!?!

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In Just Two Weeks

inRL_Conference_InviteThere is a longing in the hearts of so many women that I meet. My own, included.  It’s that deep desire to meet others whom you can ultimately call Your People.  To connect with others, even just a precious one or two, who get who you are at your core.

And when you do, it’s joy unbounded!

The (in)courage community provides that, in spades!

Community is vital to our thriving, as women. From college campuses to nursing home halls, we are wired to seek out others. We often hold broken things inside and pray for other flesh-and-blood friends to come alongside and hold the pieces gently with us. This world that we live in doesn’t always make that easy, does it?

You will find that at (in)courage!

You will find that at the (in)courage in Real Life Conference!

My relationships with this community began online.  I found my head nodding as I read blog posts as women shared deeply of what it means to actually do life, praying that you are being salt and light as you go along. These relationships developed further as I bravely joined a small group community of other Special Needs Mamas – again, through (in)courage.

In April of last year, I bravely stepped out, holding loosely to expectations, and hosted one of these conference meetups at my home.

And it was incredible!Hugging necks and looking into the eyes of so many people I’d only been able to interact with on the other side of the screen? Life fortifying!  You can read all about last year’s meetup here.

Do you long for these sorts of connections in your own life?

In just two weeks, I’ll get to meet a whole new slew of women through (in)courage’s inRL Conference. Each woman who joins a meetup is bravely venturing out into community for deeper conversations and connections.  I. Can’t. Wait!

If you’ve gotten to this point and feel a stirring in your own heart, click here.  You can join an (in)courage meetup in hundreds of different locations around the world! It’s free! It’s local! It’s community!

Do it. I want to see you be brave!

Always More Grace

Raise your hand if you knew what you wanted to do when you headed into college.

(Admit it.  Some of you started to raise your hand.)

I wasn’t among you lucky ducks that had it all figured out.  In fact, I wasn’t sure I wanted to figure it out, at all.  I just knew that there were parties to attend “in college” where there was no curfew, and no one would be waiting for you to get home to make sure you hadn’t broken any rules.

I never did, of course.

Except that one time.

And I never looked at wine coolers the same way again.

Ahab had a way of exacting discipline that involved no hands and no harsh words at all.  Just a lesson.

And you learned it!

Oh, yes you did.

In fact, the wine cooler lesson was a doozy.  At a ripe age, below the legal drinking one, I decided to imbibe.  It was a Friday night and I always followed the rules.  But, not this time! Oh no! I was gonna cut loose and live it up.

Except, I forgot that Ahab and I had planned a special father-daugher reef dive for that following Saturday morning.

And, if you’ve ever read any Ahab stories, you already know that means we were to be up and attem’ at an ungodly early hour.

Also, that you stick to a plan, come hell or high water.  And sometimes, it was only the high water that kept us from keeping it.

So, as I unlocked the door an hour later than curfew, clearly smelling of rule-breaking-behavior, he had only one question.

“Is your alarm set?”

I’m fairly certain that his eyes had a twinkle in them as he asked.

“I’m not sure I’ll be up for getting up at 5:30 tomorrow morning, Dad,” I warned him.

“Oh, you’ll be up,” he promised.

And that’s how it rolled.

As well as my stomach.

Every foot of boat chop that we pounded across that morning, on the way out to our dive spot, my stomach railed at me for the previous night’s activity. And he knew it.

I survived.

Barely.

But I can assure you – the lesson sank in.

Parenting is not for the faint of heart.  I remember hearing that once or a thousand times.

And God parents me much the same way that Ahab did.  He loves me despite.  He disciplines me even when it’s going to hurt him to see me in pain far more than it will hurt me to be disciplined.

And He gives.

Knowing that I can never give back as much. And that sometimes, I won’t even remember to give thanks.

Today, though, I find myself grateful.

Grateful for the grace galore that He heaps on me.

Grateful for another day to get up and breathe deeply and commit my way to Him.

And grateful for the opportunity to love my children the way He loves me.

Knowing, of course, that when I fail – because, I will – there will always be more grace waiting for me.

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She Made Turning 6 Look Easy

Dear Sweetgirl,

You may have made turning six look easy, this weekend, but it wasn’t.

Not for mama.

Weren’t you just teething yesterday?

Now, you’re losing those baby teeth.

And, I’m pretty sure you were uttering “Bruh-duh” just last week. But now? Now, you’re hollering for him by name.  He hears you.  We all hear you.

When you rocketed out into this world, all four pounds and ten ounces of you that we took home with us, we knew you would be a Sparkler in our lives.

And you have lived up to that expectation.

You sparkle in our family, Sweetgirl! Oh, yes you do!

You are funny and adventurous and sometimes far too talented in the smiling-to-get-your-way department.  You charm and delight and make life a constant roller coaster ride.

Have I ever told you how much I love roller coasters?

I love that chapter books are starting to replace Llama, Llama books.  I love that you are able to pick out your own clothes and that you love to point out how “it matches, mama! LOOK!”

I love that even your ice cream has to sparkle, as you insist on sprinkles smooshed down into the top of your hoodsie cups. And, MY, how brave you have become! You tried Dino chicken nuggets with brother – and liked them!  And hot dogs – but didn’t.

Princesses still reign supreme; and I’m okay with that.

Because, on the flip side, you love your pink soccer ball and jumping bravely into the ocean with no fear. As long as your bathing suit and soccer cleats are pink.

If you would just do me one teensy favor, Sweetgirl?  Just take it all slow.  Six is big!  And first grade is zooming up on our heels.  I just want you to enjoy being little for a bit longer.

God, this is where I ask you to make time turtle-crawl instead of march on.

I love you Sweetgirl.

Love,
Mama

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Some Things Just Aren’t Rational

I am officially caught up on Good Wife.

I am forlorn.

What follows is an actual conversation that took place in the 24 hours after watching The Episode.

Me – “Why aren’t you eating your chocolate marshmallow cereal, child?”

Child – “I don’t like chocolate anymore.”

Me – “Would you like a Hershey bar for breakfast?”

Child – “YES!”

Me – “Then, you still like chocolate. Now finish your cereal.”

Now, before I get comments about serving my children chocolate marshmallow cereal, let me state that this cereal is usually reserved for weekends. But, I was doling out whatever my bleary eyes landed on in the moments following The Most Shocking Episode of Good Wife Ever!

The last thing I was thinking about was breakfast choices.

I honestly couldn’t have cared less.

Did I mention that I was in shock?

I was still trying to reason out why!

Why, Josh Charles? Why? It wasn’t rational.  You made a mistake.

Call me.  We need to talk…

After I force my child to finish her chocolate marshmallow cereal.

Find Your Special

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APRIL FOOLS!

(Someone go check on Sweetboy.  I’m pretty sure he’s online trying to buy us a house in Disney World as I type!)

Special is as special does. (Did Forrest Gump say that?) And, since my sweet family has just come off of the high that was “The Lego Movie”, we’re all feeling like we really can be special.  And, that everything is awesome. I have to admit, I’m a fan of the message that movie sent.

Find your Special.

We’re all diamonds in the rough.  Some of our rough is just… well, rougher than others.

Back to being special.  Because, really, don’t we all long to be?

Tomorrow is World Autism Awareness Day.  If you’ve been around here for any length of time, then you already know the scoop.  Sweetboy was diagnosed with Pervasive Developmental Disorder, an Autism Spectrum Disorder, when he was two years old.  You can read how we roll with it here and how the depression hit because of it here.

I think it’s safe to say that this day holds a very special place in my heart.  Greater awareness helps everyone – the children, the educators, the parents, the care providers and the larger community.

The theme this year is “Light It Up Blue” for Autism. You can find out more about that here.

And while we’re talking about being special, unique, and yea, maybe even nerdish, please! Go check out this awesome answer actor Wil Wheaton gave to a young girl’s question about being called a nerd at Comic Con.  So. Amazing.

We need more of exactly this in humanity.

Less looking for how others are weird and more finding your Special.

Yes indeedy.

Dontcha’ think?