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La Paz, Mexico :: Summer 2009I went to see The Horse Boy this weekend. And boy, the first 20 minutes hit home. Hard. Rewind 12 years. I was there. I had almost forgotten. I had almost forgotten because of who and where my son is now.He went with me. At 17, he watched this film, as the Isaacson family gave us a painful look into the daily routine of their lives. He says he doesn't remember the challenging parts of his childhood. When my now 3 year old daughter, has her [normal developing] meltdowns, Domi more often than not, is horrified at her behavior, especially if its in public. I chuckle when I witness his response, and I gently remind him this is normal development for a 3 year old, and that he did it too. Tenfold. And then he smiles. And he tries again with her.
The inconsolable tantrums have been replaced with sophisticated conversations. The self-stimming hands have grown into refined hands that create beautiful art. Hands that create music with his vintage Bach trumpet and baby grand piano. The unsociable child is now a humanitarian, surrounded by a strong circle of friends whom he loves.
Time moves so quickly. Years ago, going to the grocery store was a daunting task, and often ended in both of us crying. Now, I'm relishing what time we have left with him under our roof. I ask for his company when I go to the store. I look forward to, and cherish, our short morning commute, with a stop for a cafe au lait and a mocha while listening to NPR. It's a routine that I've grown to love because I'm enjoying the young man he has become, and at 17, that time left with him at home, is slipping away.
Like the Isaacson family I, too, have had my own little miracle, and seeing this film, helps me remember, that my amazing son, my son with Autism, is my gift.
1954-1992We think of you all the time, but this day, this 16th of September, always brings me back to that time and place in 1992. In Loving Memory, PapaWith a heavy heart,Andrea
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I know, it's been quiet around here, but I haven't forgotten about you, blog.
You see, with some [exciting] changes for my preschool--purging, packing, stopping and putting the brakes on to pack the family up to take our trip to Cozumel and New Orleans, coming back to moving the very next day, cleaning, placing huge orders for materials, answering phone calls and emails galore, assembling furniture (thanks honey!), setting up the new space (still not done, but its close enough to start), wearing 5 different hats for my business (even though I'm still a small program, we've had a large spurt in enrollment and hiring a director to take over the administrative portion has crossed my mind more than once!!), throw in appts galore for my children (I was able to knock out 2 physicals for the teens and an appt for the tot in only 3 hours) oh, and top it off with a 3 day trip to San Antonio for Jay's baseball tournament the days preceeding my open house.
Was it a surprise that one of my parents showed up earlier this week while I was setting up with a six pack of Dos Equis? (Thank you, friend!)
Can't wait to come back and share photos of the space, and also photos I've accumulated over the summer.
For now, I'm putting my feet up, and enjoying what's left of that beer...
Mandy and Paul are expecting their first kiddo any day now. I've been friends with Mandy for over a decade and I'm so incredibly happy to see her enter the crazy world of mommyhood. I tried talking her into entertaining the *crunchy* ideas of homebirth, cloth diapering, babywearing, having a blessingway, etc. without being " that" pushy friend. Anybody who knows the both of us know that even though we have different views on many things, we get along beautifully and love each other dearly. I did show up at her shower with a traditional cake instead of this one that I [jokingly] told her I ordered (giving her a heart attack...I know, bad friend) but I did gift her a Beco for her shower gift though. Hey, even the mainstream mamas are babywearing now. ;) She also told me straight up (cause that's how Mandy is) that she would not be showing her exposed belly, or anything of the sort. Although I was a tad disappointed, I had to respect that (but I did ask a couple times during the shoot if she changed her mind. Heh). I captured many beautiful images of Mandy and her hubby, and am posting some of my favorites here. And of course, they're not the most traditional ones of the batch, so Mandy, your hair may not be perfectly groomed in all these, but I love what I see here. A beautiful, expecting woman with her husband-- who is incredibly in love with her.






