July 15, 2010

Guest Blogger Thursday

Posted in Life's Little Moments tagged , , at 6:29 am by autismmommytherapist

Through my Tuesday and Thursday posts I’d like to provide a more widespread forum for parents of children with disabilities to provide more practical tips for other parents, and a place to share their views on raising a child with a disability as well. These contributions will be their ideas and stories, and not necessarily reflect the viewpoints of those of autismmommytherapist

Today’s guest blogger is www.roostercalls.blogspot.com/, welcome!

Monday, June 21, 2010

There is a Season

So today I finally make it to my annual physical. It only took me three years to get there. The doc, who I swear I don’t resent for being a couple years younger than me and ridiculously nimble in the witty banter department, chides me for neglecting my health and not racking up more copays. When I am nonplussed, she nails me. “You want to take care of your kids?” she asks. “You need to take care of yourself. You are not young anymore.”

Wow. I don’t disagree with a word she said. In fact, I agree too much.

What day does it happen? Your 30th birthday, do you wake up not young anymore? Or is it less a date and more a milestone — like once your child outgrows 18M clothes, graduates to 2T, you don’t have a baby anymore?

My husband laughed when I told him that the doctor drew blood I still needed, shot me in the other arm, then stabbed me through the heart with her honesty. “She don’t know nothin'” he reassured me, knowing how I love a little Southern for comfort. But he’s an LA boy. He also pulled out a little industry wisdom. “I was listening to Dustin Hoffman talk about how they don’t offer him lead roles at his age. He said, ‘So I’m middle-aged, what can you do?’ And his father roared, ‘Middle aged? How many guys you know who are 120 years old?!’ Cheer up, babe. You’re still plenty young.”

The grandmothers in my life lived into their nineties. Next month I will be 39. I’m not young anymore, it’s true. I am middle-aged. My babies will soon be too big for clothes with a T after the size. I feel funny shopping at the Gap. Sometimes, I confess, I buy from Talbots. When did this all happen?

But the truth of the matter is: I have more in my life than I ever dared to hope. My cynical preteen self stared at the board game LIFE my cousins liked to play and believed in my heart that the little plastic piece of my life would never have more than my own pink peg inside it. The day I married my husband filled me with more joy than I thought a human body could physically contain without igniting. And tonight, because of what began as an annoying scheduling snafu and a sudden change in ABA services, we all found ourselves home for the day before dinner time, so we enjoyed a special meal around the backyard table, the California golden sunlight streaming through the branches of the camphor and lemon trees. Now, our bellies full of veggies, grilled pork chops, and fresh squeezed lemonade, we are each doing our thing. Peaches rides her scooter, Roo swings on his rope swing, J sips his Pacifico and smiles at me blogging on my netbook in my PJs.

I don’t too much mind not being young anymore, really. Like my mama likes to say, I earned these gray hairs that peek through my auburn mess. But my doc has a point about me needing to take care of myself. I do. We both want me to take better care of myself. She thinks it involves taking some pills, seeing one of her referrals, making more appointments, and maybe she’s right. But for myself I prescribe missing more appointments, having more happy scheduling accidents, and spending time in the backyard with my family while my kids are still young.

Happy Summer.

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