her reader

It’s a lazy summer afternoon. After an hour or so of swimming, it is quite satisfying to relax on the sofa and perhaps watch a movie…

Or watch the boys play a video game together.

That’s fine too because I’m quite satisfied to lie back on this sofa and maybe close my eyes for…

Mima, read to me.

I open my eyes and there is Fallon, holding out a picture book to me.

Mima, read to me.

She looks at me with those big blue-green eyes and red rose pouty lips waiting for me to take the book.

I can’t say no.

What kind of grandparent would I be to say no?

Sure, I’m tired. I’d much rather do nothing at all at this very moment but this three year old wants me to read to her. It’s literally a ten page picture book with maybe a three to five word sentence on each page. It won’t kill me. More importantly, she WANTS me to read to her. I can’t imagine any grandparent ever not wanting to read to their grandchild, especially when they ask you. Considering the fact that it wasn’t that long ago when her big sister was making the same request and now she is Miss Independent Reader Thank You Very Much, I know that I can not, must not refuse this request, this moment.

So I don’t. I take the book, pat the sofa next to me inviting her to have a seat and she does…in my lap….and together we, Fallon and her reader, enjoy a good book.

when you finish

Books can be wonderful sometimes. To me, books are like adventures…like life is to me. Oh the adventures they have taken me on with so many highs and lows, laughter and sadness, tears and fears, and on and on my friends. Again, just like this life of mine.

Some books you just can’t wait to get to the end because you just can’t wait to see how it ends. Then there are some where while you are on that reading adventure you find yourself dreading the approach of that last chapter, that last page, that last paragraph, that last sentence and that last word because you just don’t want this adventure to ever end. Then there are the ones where oh-dear-god please let this be over because it is that bad. Thankfully, there aren’t too many like those.

But the best are the ones that begin with so much promise of wonderful. You just know that you are in for a great adventure. And it proves to be so with you making many, many wonderful memories page after page. Yet even these sometimes bring tears and frustration. Still you hang in there because all in all it is that good of an adventure. Even when some of the main players prove to be nothing like you thought they were and they disappoint you and sometimes even hurt you, you still read on because it’s that good.

It’s. That. Good. Of. A. Book.

No regrets today as I finally closed that book. I’m glad that I opened it up and lived its adventure. I’m even more glad that it’s done…

…metaphorically speaking.😉

On to the next adventure!

Any book recommendations?

no weasels were teased in this post

You can knit a kitten mittens
And perhaps that cat would purr.
You could fit a fox with socks
That exactly matched his fur.
You could make a goat a coat with a collar trimmed in mink
Or give a pig a wig
In a dainty shade of pink.
But never tease a weasel;
This is very good advice.
A weasel will not like it
And teasing isn’t nice!

A long, long time ago in a land far, far away called Mooncrest I literally read this book so many times that I had memorized it.

Never Tease A Weasel was a favorite of my brothers and sister. There were so many reasons to love this book in both the words and images. Bold, bright colors and wonderful rhymes that clearly paint a picture of all the reasons why we should never tease a weasel because it’s fun to be friends with a weasel instead. Yes, I read this to Randy, Billy and Valerie so many times to the point that the eminently repeatable refrains did become a part of  my familiar quotations.

A very familiar Mom-quote especially for this Fab Four. Growing up, they heard far too many times that they should never tease a weasel…or a sister…because teasing isn’t nice. And they often would roll their eyes because honestly Mom what does a weasel have to do with me teasing my sister anyway? Years later it has become a memory the four of them share and often laugh about…their mom telling them not to tease a weasel (there I’ve said it thrice!). Where in the world did that come from really they wondered out loud recently?

So of course I had to find the book because my grand babies need to learn that it is okay to knit a kitten mittens, give a moose some juice or bake a drake a cake…along with understanding that teasing is not nice.

If only I could find the original 1964 edition that doesn’t cost $30-60 or more.

because “a child will never starve themselves”

Raising my boy child I have learned to not always rely on the tried and true that helped me to survive raising his four older sisters. Boys are definitely different from girls and extremely premature babies are different from full term babies…even when one factors in the adjusted age that managed to annoy some family members.

In order to be discharged from the NICU after a 4+ months stay, Daniel had to be able to take by a bottle 2 ounces of formula every three hours…2 ounces, 60 milliliters, just 12 teaspoons of milk. Really no big deal except that it was a big deal for him. It was a struggle. A real struggle. Have you ever tried to swallow liquid with one of your vocal cords is paralyzed so they can’t effectively protect your airway and lungs while you swallow?

The struggle was and is real.

Sometimes the baby boy was just too tired and couldn’t drink those 12 measly teaspoons of milk…and sometimes it was just too hard and too scary drinking milk and feeling like you’re going to drown all at the same time. Still Daniel’s nurses and we worked hard to get him home working on that drinking 2 ounces of milk 8 times a day…especially after mommy had a major meltdown and kind of went ballistic with a colleague, who as Daniel’s nurse, made the nursing decision as a well-qualified NICU RN to feed him by a tube into his mouth, down his esophagus and into his belly after he failed to eat 2 ounces three times in a row on her shift.

I just wanted my baby boy to come home…oh, and worst Mother’s Day ever.

But FINALLY, glory hallelujah, he did it three days in a row and he was allowed to come home.

And we thought that it was hard to get him to eat in the NICU.

As the weeks went by it was clear just how real the struggle was for our son as he soon stopped eating…STOPPED.

Paralyzed vocal cord

Trachealmalacia

Laryngealmalacia

Reflux

Chronic Lung Disease

So many things going on with this son of ours all at once that required so much more energy than eating and so he stopped eating…literally…and it became all we ever did…try to feed our baby.

All the time.

Failing at it.

All the time.

We tried to tell the pediatrician assigned to his care until his adoption would be finalized but he was certain we were wrong or perhaps not feeding him on purpose because “A baby or child will never starve themselves.

A very small part of me silently cheered when Daniel proved that know it all asshat wrong refusing to eat for over 36 hours with nurses trying to feed him when he was hospitalized with a Failure to Thrive and Munchausen’s by Proxy diagnosis. But only a small part because the only alternative was feeding him by a tube…

for the next four years.

So much work to teach him how to eat, how to safely chew and swallow without food or liquid going into his lungs…how to trust that he could do this…to not be afraid.

And we thought bottle feeding him was hard.

OMG!

Some days we literally were crying and screaming inside, “You have to fucking eat!

Okay, most days.

Actually every day.

And eight years later we still do sometimes.

Thank goodness it’s no longer every day because even he now understands that You Have To Fucking Eat.

Definitely not a children’s book. I recommend you read it while drinking a Scotch neat…read the book and you shall understand.

 

 

 

 

just in case you ever wondered

If you were to ask me what is my favorite book I would not be able to tell you. A favorite book…book…singular book?

Impossible!

There are just too many for me to name for you.

But if pressed to share one title, just one I would share with you a children’s book I grew to love as I read it to my own children, Just In Case You Wonder by Max Lucado. I loved this book so much I even illustrated it with pictures of my own girls making it their own book.

Just in case you ever wondered.

I’ll always love you.

I’ll always hug you.

I’ll always be on your side.

And I want you to know that…

just in case you ever wonder.

I just love the words in this book and the sentiment they express. It’s kind of like Love You Forever except not in that crazy, creepy, helicopter, stalker-parent kind of way. Now that my kids are older, more than ever it is a sentiment I want them to always keep in their hearts.

I’ll always love them.

I’ll always hug them.

I’ll always be on their side.

There is so much more I want to do for them…wish that I could offer them that I never can…unless I were to win the lottery…if I played the lottery.

But I can promise them that I will always love them.

I will always hug them.

I will always be on their side.

Always.

Especially now.

Just in case they ever wondered.

NaPhoPoMo day 14