I love this blog post by Laurie Wagner. It is exactly my life right now, only Carter is leaving next week, we’re driving with him, and my life is held together not with twine, but duct tape. But, really, same-same!
This story of love and acceptance is so amazing! I didn’t even know I could imagine something so kind, but now that I do, I think it’s perfect.
About a week ago, I fell off my horse. Or, my horse got out from under me. Or, I really don’t know what it was, it all happened so fast. She’s a young horse and really quick and she was as scared as I was, after it happened.
I have a sprained wrist and a bruised tailbone and a little bit of a black eye.
The old saying tells you that once you fall off a horse, you have to get back up. Right back up. In the moments after I fell, I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move. All I could do was check in with each of the parts of my body, arms, are you okay? Legs? Fingers? Toes? And then I had to get the horse settled. And then Tom said, “Are you going to get back on?”
I thought about it, and then I said, “No.”
I didn’t get right back in the saddle. I made a choice, I said no. I didn’t think it was wise to get back in the saddle, right away. She was scared, I was hurt, and it just wasn’t worth it to me to risk me, or her, having another bad experience.
I think the lesson learned that day was not for the horse, but for me: sometimes, the old sayings are wrong. I get to do what I decide is best, and sometimes you need to take a while to heal.
Well those seeds I planted not so long ago, without much hope or expectation, have grown, and grown, and grown. Now, there is kale to pick and spinach and chard. Also chives (lots of chives!) and parsley, too. And peas! I almost cried when I saw all the peas, it felt like such a gift! It all feels like such a gift.
Two things to remember: even when you’re not sure, plant the seeds; and life is full of surprises.
The only problem with this story is that if it were Avery and me running the shop, we would eat all the cupcakes. The end.
Lots of people I know enjoy IZZE drinks, because they are delicious. But did you know that the drink is named after Isabel Woloson, daughter of one of the cofounders of the company? And what’s more, Isabel has Down syndrome.
(Thanks to Elizabeth for the info!)
The rain started late last night, or very early this morning. I could hear it hitting the metal roof of the house. It’s a peaceful sound, one we don’t hear often in the arid West. When I awoke this morning, it was cloudy and cool, and still threatening rain. We’d planned lots of outdoor work today, but plans change! One thing rainy days are really good for is washing indoor windows. And also, reading books. And also, also, taking naps. I think I’ll do all three.
I saw a flock of wild geese fly overhead, and it reminded me of two things: winter must be over, if the birds are coming back! And too, I remembered how much I love this poem by Mary Oliver:
Wild Geese by Mary OliverYou do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
I’ve been reading a blog by a wonderful woman named Lisa Leonard, do you know of her? What’s not to love about this post? She’s honest and brave and I find those qualities to be inspiring. I particularly love this part:
My heart needed to grieve. Caring for two boys with such different needs was really, hard—and that was okay. I didn’t have to pretend it wasn’t hard. I could be honest. I could say it was hard. I could ask for help. I could take breaks. None of these things affected my love for David or Matthias. None of these made me a ‘bad mom’ or a failure. They simply made me human.
These spiritual window-shoppers, who idly ask,
‘How much is that?’ Oh, I’m just looking.
They handle a hundred items and put them down,
shadows with no capital.
What is spent is love and two eyes wet with weeping.
But these walk into a shop,
and their whole lives pass suddenly in that moment,
in that shop.
Where did you go? ‘Nowhere.’
What did you have to eat? ‘Nothing much.’
Even if you don’t know what you want,
buy something, to be part of the exchanging flow.
Start a huge, foolish project,
It makes absolutely no difference
what people think of you.
Late last night, we were driving home from town in the dark, when about a dozen mule deer appeared in our headlights. Deer on the road is not unusual, when you live in the country. They’d jumped the barb wire fence along the side of the road, and were milling about, trying to figure out what to do next. We were each in our own little worlds–the older boys were mostly asleep, Tom was concentrating on the road, I was thinking about what I needed to do once we got home, when Avery looked up and said, “WOW!”
We all sort of woke up when he said it, and agreed, it was absolutely a WOW moment. Avery was the only one who truly saw it–and without him, we would have missed it.
Do you know Kelly Rae Roberts? Her website makes me feel so happy, and full of inspiration!
Here’s a conversation we’ve been having a lot at my house, lately:
Avery: I’ve got good news!
Me: Terrific! I love good news. What’s up?
Avery: I’m a big one!
Me: Yes! You’re not a little boy, anymore. You’re big!
I love that he’s so proud of himself, and that he’s embracing all the changes that adolescence brings. I love that he’s not scared, or worried about the future. And I love that he makes me want to try to be brave, and hopeful, and not resistant to change, too.
because every day is World Down Syndrome Day, at our house! Lately, Avery has been saying he wants to go to college (I think he really just wants to go to the college cafeteria, where he can drink unlimited Dr. Peppers. But we will work on that…). So it’s wonderful to know about places that will support his dream.
3-21 is World Down Syndrome Day, because of the significance of the numbers (3 for a trisomy, 21 for the 21st chromosomal pair where the trisomy occurs in T-21, or Down syndrome). And in honor of my family’s connection to T-21, here’s a list of 21 things we love about Avery:
- He’s a snappy dresser. Especially, he likes bow ties.
- His favorite food is shrimp.
- He loves to draw.
- He loves to play Xbox, particularly football.
- He has a guitar and he makes up beautiful songs.
- When we sit down to dinner, after the prayer, he gives a little toast in which he says nice things about everyone at the table. Things like, “You’re a nice guy,” or “You’re a good friend,” or “You’re a good brother.”
- He always sets the table for dinner.
- He likes to go camping.
- He likes to stay in hotels, particularly ones with room service.
- He loves Dr. Pepper.
- He’s very deliberate in his actions.
- He doesn’t lie.
- He notices when people need a hug, or a pat on the back, or encouragement, and he gives it freely.
- He likes to have long chats about his future.
- He changes what he wants to do in his life often. He has no problem with change.
- He believes everything is possible.
- He says “thank you” about a hundred times a day.
- He loves animals, especially Sam, our dog.
- He has no trouble asking for help.
- He has no trouble giving help.
- When he laughs, it’s a whole-body laugh, and it’s contagious.