Recently, I spoke with my biological
cousin, the older sister of the adopted cousins I mentioned in the previous
blog. As we spoke in agreement about the awesomeness of her brown brother and
sister, I began questioning myself, admitting that I am over-the-top-crazy
about them … possibly to a flaw. Truthfully, I am mesmerized by these two
individuals, as I have been with every other special needs child my aunt and
uncle have fostered or adopted. I am completely in awe. The part I questioned was
that I do put them on a pedestal, basically in an adoring way. Kind of like
idolatry, which is not so good. I’m cringing a bit writing that, but the truth
is the truth. I see perfection in these children, and perfection is a strong
word.
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Monday, December 30, 2013
Abilities Reside Within Disabilities, Part III
I was going to add this to the
previous blog, but no. It needs its very own spot, not a side note to another
concept.
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
Abilities Reside Within Disabilities Part II
My very first blog was on this same
topic. It’s a great concept.
Lately, life has seemed difficult and
depressing, causing its usual effect on me; weight loss. On top of the parental
transition, as one child has moved away to college and the other one is nearing
that time too quickly, and my single parent woes … I had to say good-bye to a
dear childhood friend. Watching cancer steal her from all and having no power
to ease the pain for her daughter, husband, parents or siblings … I’ve just been
sick. It all happened about two weeks ago. I became a recluse inside the walls
of my home for the weekend, reading Mitch Albom’s books, one after another. He
speaks a lot about life and death. I must say, it helped put things into
perspective. I love Mitch.
I dragged myself out of bed Sunday
morning (after her funeral on Friday,) fueling my body with the necessary
additive, coffee. Then some more. I had to pull it together, even if by artificial
means. I was committed to host an exchange student from Guatemala AND attend a
local play of The Christmas Carol.
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