Sunday, September 26, 2010

Perfect Moment Monday- Give Me A Kiss


Min man and I have many little jokes. I guess you could call them inside jokes.


I ask him to give me a kiss even when his lips are covered with remnants of his breakfast, lunch, or dinner.


It started with, "Can I have a cheerio kiss?" He would lean in and give me a kiss. Now we do milk kisses, pizza kisses, and even toast kisses.


Last night I made dinner for my mother's birthday. When we came home Min man asked me for an ice cream kiss. Then I asked him for a meatloaf kiss. Then I asked him for a broccoli kiss.


I was going to leave it at that. But not 3 seconds later he said," Mom, give me a rice kiss."


Awwww. We covered every aspect of dinner.


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Sunday, September 19, 2010

Breaking Bows

On Saturday I drove home from a bridal shower crying. My hiatus from wedding showers left me completely unprepared for feeling my infertile self that afternoon. After all, I can and did get married.

I forgot how much emphasis is placed on what is supposed to be the next step after marriage: children. There were more comments about having babies than about the extremely important act of entering into marriage for a lifetime. I understand that as a society love, marriage, and baby is the straight and narrow, the way in which things are expected to evolve. And no one meant any harm. But it pisses me off. What an expectation to place on women (and men). Give the happy couple a chance to understand the commitment of marriage. Lay it on the line, give advice. It's hard work. Then hopefully, if they want, children will come.

I hesitated before writing this post because I do not want to offend anyone. But after all I have been through to have a family I wish people could understand that getting pregnant is such a gift. It should not be assumed or expected that it will definitely happen for every couple. I understand that people are not going to attend a wedding shower and start citing statistics from their OB/GYN about fertility and the chance of conception or bust out with the story of their cousin who had 6 miscarriages over five years. No one wants to hear that anyway.
But why not focus more on the union of two people and how their lives will be changed and challenged?

As I sat in the front of the room helping the bride open her gifts I heard the first comment about how breaking a bow means you're having a baby. How many bows will she break?

I think by the end she was up to 8 children.

I felt my face get hot and the placid fake smile appear upon my lips. I felt glance in my direction surveying my reaction to all the baby talk.

It's scary when I realized I almost made a comment out loud, "Damn, if only I had broken a bow at my wedding shower! Is that what my problem is?"

Or how about," Why don't we just hope she can get pregnant and experience the miracle of conceiving one healthy and happy child?"

I have turned into the person who tells jokes to make other people feel comfortable around me and my inability to conceive. I try to make light of talking about maternity clothes and burp clothes and ultrasounds. In order to keep up I interject some witty remark or a tidbit of information I learned from someone who has actually been pregnant. What I really want to say is nothing, act stoic. make it obvious that I will never have to decide at what month I will have to splurge on the maternity pants or whether we want the technician to reveal the gender of our growing fetus.

After all, I should be over all that infertility stuff. I have a beautiful little boy. I am a mom. I am lucky. That's the bitch of it all, though. Clearly the agony of infertility is one heartbeat away, always.

Still. I slipped away at first chance and headed to the ladies room where I could remove the fake smile and stare at my sad eyes in the mirror. A deep breath and cold water on my cheeks led me back to the gathering where I waited until it was the polite time to exit.

I am a mother and I can relate to stories of child development and proudly chime in with my own funny anecdotes about what horribly inappropriate utterances a 3 year old can chant in the check-out line. But I'm different. I always will be. I wasn't allowed the simplicity of awaiting motherhood after making a decision it was time to become parents. I wasn't allowed the opportunity to carefully plan out how I was to tell my husband we were expecting and subsequently decide when to tell our parents. All that washed away with the flood of loss over a now 6 year chronic condition-pain.

I still cannot hold babies. I've realized that it is a boycott of sorts- my way of avoiding the pain of looking into that tiny, beautiful face. The kibosh on my visions of soothing my own newborn or growing infant, memorizing their features and equivocating whether they have my eyebrows and hands or the mouth of my mother-in-law.

Recently I found a new way to torture myself as I ponder asking a friend what it was like to hear his wife tell him he was to be a father. Is my vision true? Did he get teary eyed and hug her and feel his love for her swell knowing she was carrying his child? Do I need to know this memory of his? Of course not. Do I want to understand something else I have missed out on? I guess so. Maybe the reality is that he was scared shitless and got in his car to grab a six pack of beer. Probably not but you never know. I'm sure I romanticize the scenario a little bit, but I betcha I'm pretty spot on.

A couple of months ago my very best friend had a beautiful shower under a tent in the August heat. She looked so at ease and comfortable and pretty with her belly protruding. I am so happy for her and the Mr. I would not have missed it for the world. At the very end she thanked everyone for attending and their generosity. And much to my surprise she mentioned how grateful she and her husband are to me and my husband for all we taught them about the miracle of parenthood. We showed them that if one is dedicated to raising a child and loving a child, it can happen no matter what. The comment was a lovely thing to say. But it was unexpected and I had to leave the room. Her recognition set me apart and I cannot say it upset me to feel different this time because if I hadn't been given the choice of adoption, I would not be a mother to my little boy. Maybe it was difficult hearing her say that about me while casting my eyes on the baby growing inside her belly. However, her compassion and understanding and desire to relay that to her guests made me feel good.

She gets it. And that's all I can ask.

Monday, September 6, 2010

Perfect Moment Monday in Pictures


It's Monday morning, and I am reflecting on a great week spent at our cottage. It was a blast. Min man did many wonderful things, and he had a great time as well as Mom and Dad.


There were boat rides, turtle catching, a trip to a farm, ATV rides, bull frog catching, fishing, and lots of laughing.

Here are some of my favorite pictures. Hope you enjoy.

This was his first catch! We were so proud.


Barry the bullfrog.













Tommy the turtle to the right of the first rock.





Walking with Gramma on our land.







Papa's tractor
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Wednesday, September 1, 2010

My Life Laid Out In Cards


I'm not a super spontaneous person. I tend to think things through way too much. However, there are distinct moments when I get an inclination to do something. When this occurs I go with my gut and follow through.

About a month ago I was at a local festival where I saw a sign for Tarot card and palm readings. Immediately I knew I wanted to do it. After paying my $15 I waited for Mike to call my name from alongside the building where they had tables and chairs set up. About five minutes later the woman running the booth apologized that they sent someone else over to Mike and that Joe was available to read my cards. I felt this mix-up meant something. Joe was the guy to read my cards.

I sat down at the table with little expectation. I am a very open minded person and fully believed that I would walk away from the reading enlightened in some way.

He had me shuffle the deck and lay the cards in three piles. Then he worked his magic laying the cards out before me, all the pretty pictures and symbols having no meaning to me. There were some "oh's" and "ooh's" as he scanned the cards, sizing up my life- past, present, and future.

At first he explained the meaning of certain cards. One relayed that a financial endeavor I had been hoping for would pan out. This was nice to hear, and I could think of several things where this may apply. I do run a charity!
Then he went straight for the heart.

"Are you thinking of adopting?" Tears immediately stung my eyes.

Studying my reaction he said,"Have you adopted before?"

I proceeded to tell him yes and yes. He asked for my hand so he could read my palm. Now he meant business because the $15 bucks I spent was for either a Tarot card reading OR a palm reading. I must have been an interesting case.
I wish I could remember all the details of his words as he looked at the lines on my open palm. What he said was extremely accurate. Soaking it all in I remember being in awe as the words came out of his mouth.

He asked me if I am a teacher. I mentioned that I did teach for a year, high school Italian. He cut me off stating, "Not just a teacher in that sense. Are you a teacher?"

Within a second I answered yes. All the time I am devoting to writing and working on the charity is about teaching and educating. I never thought of myself in that light until then.
I got to thinking that some people are meant to teach others. Whether it be as a camp counseler, author, trainer, a parent. There are those individuals whose personality is tuned to showing others instead of telling.

There were other things spoken in my Tarot card/palm reading session that really hit home. The last thing he said to me is that I have been trying too hard to figure out a problem in my life. He stated,"I know it is difficult for your personality, but you need to sit back and let the universe figure things out. You have done all you can do." Wow. That could not be more valid.

He encouraged me to adopt again saying that I was always meant to be a mother. He sees 3 children in my future. That seems impossible to me, but 3 was always my number. Ever since I was a young girl I wanted 3 children.

Wiping tears from my eyes I shook his hand and walked back into the crowd to greet my friend. I was left with much to ponder: the ability to see someone's life laid out in cards, the lines on my palm, reincarnation. I understand that many of the things Joe said could be interpreted different ways according to the person sitting across from him. But he did know or sense things that were very particular to me. That is the amazing part. The portion about my past life flowing into my existence was also hauntingly appropriate. I decided to read more about reincarnation.
The reading was a fresh and different experience. It encouraged me to be more spontaneous and do things that are new and unknown. My mind has been opened a little bit more, my beliefs bended leaving me asking more questions about life in general and my life in particular.

The tarot (first known as tarocchi) is a pack of cards (most commonly numbering 78), used from the mid-15th century in various parts of Europe to play card games such as Italian tarocchini and French tarot. From the late 18th century until the present time the tarot has also found use by mystics and occultists in efforts at divination or as a map of mental and spiritual pathways.

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