Gratitude

Before Vivian’s health challenges, I didn’t give much thought about gratitude.

Now don’t get me wrong, I know I was thankful for many things; however, I also know that I didn’t give it much conscious thought on a daily basis.

I don’t know why it took adversity for me to truly feel appreciation and gratitude.  Perhaps that just human nature. 

I do know this.  I’m grateful every moment of every day for many things now.

Thanksgiving isn't just a holiday, it's a state of mind...something to live each day of the year.

Second Families

Yesterday, Vivian's friend, Lydia, referred to us as her "second family."

This made me smile inside and out.  I frequently refer to Lydia as our "angel on Earth" as she has shown Vivian a special, easygoing, and understanding friendship.  As Vivian doesn't get to enjoy too much independence, Lydia often becomes one of the family when she's over...a role she fits into perfectly.

As Viv, Lydia and I played a game of Wii (mostly in an attempt to keep Vivian awake until we went to pick Julia up from ice skating), the phone rang.  Lydia answered it, and then handed it over to me with a giggle and a "I don't know who it is!"  It was my friend Kristen's mom, Charlene.

Shortly after a very, very nice conversation (all while playing Wii, mind you!) it occurred to me that the Stark family is MY second family.  My girls call my friend Kristen "Auntie Krissy" and I'm "Auntie Jenny" to her girls.  I love that.

As I look forward to Thanksgiving, I'm thrilled because we'll be joined by my friend Leigha and her family.  Another smile crosses my face because Leigha's three beautiful children know my parents as "Granny and Papa," an honor I know my parents are tickled to have.   

I am blessed by a very close and loving family...some of them I'm related to, and some of them I'm not.  And I think it's wonderful that it's not what we look like or what our last names are that bonds us, it's what's in our hearts.

Balance

This past Tuesday, I turned in my letter of resignation to the credit union.  On Wednesday, I officially became a freelance writer, with my first client being the credit union.

Let me back up a bit.

Vivian's health situation has undoubtedly caused a great upheaval in our lives.  However, thanks to the amazing support we receive from family, friends, school and work, we've been able to balance things pretty well.  Up until recently anyway.

While there are many things we "can" do (as indicated in my previous post) most of us will hit a time in our lives when we feel push has come to shove and we realize we need to make a change in order to make things better.

This is one of those times for me.

My new status as freelancer will enable to me to continue to write for the credit union but do so with an incredible amount of flexibility.  Plus, the reduced hours will be a blessing and will also, hopefully, give me a chance to explore other writing opportunities.  Something I definitely look forward to.

I know that I am incredibly fortunate to be able to do this.  God has not only given me the talents I possess, but he's also surrounded me with people to help me realize them.

Right away on Wednesday, Vivi had a tough morning which forced me to have to re-balance our morning schedule.  It was wonderful to be able to focus solely on her.  I am so grateful to the wonderful people at the credit union for making it possible for me to do this.

In life, we have to balance many things.  The key is knowing when to throw out our hands or lean one way or another in order to stay upright. 

So I guess I just metaphorically threw out my hands.  And it's really exciting to be able to move forward with better balance...until I need to adjust again.

The Sensitive Type

On Friday night, I went out for a couple hours (a rarity for me) to see a movie with my friend, Jennifer. 

Tower Heist - who can resist a movie with Eddie Murphy as a hoodlum (glad he's back to roles like that) Ferris Bueller, I mean, Matthew Broderick, Ben Stiller, Alan Alda, and a couple other great actors?  Apparently not me.  The movie was really good - and it felt good to laugh.  But what has stayed with me was not the joy of the time out or the laughs that were had but the handful of references the Eddie Murphy character made to the Ben Stiller character as they remembered their youth and time together at a certain daycare. 

Little seizure boy.  That's how the Eddie Murphy character remembers Ben Stiller's character.  And he goes on to say the reason he didn't have any friends was because of his seizures.

I found myself doing some serious deep breathing during that couple minute exchange.  I got caught between thinking "What the hell were they thinking having this conversation in a movie?"  "Didn't ANYONE in the editing process think this was a bad idea?" To "Am I being too sensitive?"

I don't think I was.  I think it's terrible that the movie had that part in there.  Apparently, I'm not alone in my thoughts because if you Google "tower heist seizure boy" you get a BUNCH of references to outrage others have felt as a result of these comments as well as an apology from the director.  An online article by ABC News captured the feelings of others like me very well:
http://abcnews.go.com/blogs/entertainment/2011/09/one-actor-not-laughing-at-tower-heist-trailer/

It all comes down to responsibility and respect.  Thinking of others and their feelings before we act or speak...no matter if our actions and words reach one person or millions.

Seizures are no laughing matter...no medical condition is.  We've come a long way as a society, but it's obvious we have further to go. 

I hope that everyone reading this helps us get there.

Be All You Can Be

Earlier today, this old US Army slogan popped into my head.

Be All You Can Be.

Not be more than you can be.  Not be what other people want you to be.  Not be what you thought you might be if the situation was different.

Being all you can be is all about embracing the now.  Living as best as you can right this very moment without thoughts of the woulds, coulds and shoulds. 

We're doing that a lot lately here. 

It's actually a hard thing to do as a parent, because as parents, we want the best for our children.  But then that brings up a good question: what IS "best?"  I think we are trained to think of "best" as the same as "more," but it's not. 

On Thursday, Mike and I had a meeting with 7 spectacular people from Vivian's school.  We're at a point again where we need to make some changes to better accomodate her needs - which practically change by the minute (no exaggeration there).  About half way through our 2-hour meeting it occurred to me that while maybe not externally, I've been pushing - been wanting more for Viv than is reasonable right now.  I've been so afraid that doing anything less would be settling or not giving her access to all of those experiences I've wanted her to have. 

I'm very in tune with Vivian and know what she's capable of.  But those capabilities are very much at the mercy of her health, and the more we can go with the flow and focus on the "cans" of the moment, the more successful she'll be and the happier she'll be.  And when you're 11 and plagued by terrible seizures, powerful OCD, tiredness, and other various yucky stuff, happiness means a lot.

And couldn't we all use a bit more happy?