A sassy, crafty mama bird from Los Angeles
raising a very sweet little girl with Autism
and a new baby boy in the Midwest... and other stuff, too.

Friday, July 29, 2011

*This Moment*

{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. -SouleMama

Friday, July 22, 2011

*This Moment*

{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. -SouleMama

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Sunday, July 17, 2011

The bird conquers the world!

I get green. Not like the hip environmentally conscious kind. Nope, I'm talking the ugly jealous kind. Nothing new. It started when the other babies born around the same time as Little Bird started to do things. You know, anything: roll over, coo, sit, scoot, crawl, point to things, call me mama. Pretty much whatever is written in that fraudulent manuscript What to Expect... Ever.

I wanted what they had. I wanted what I'd signed up for. Instead, I got the bird. Most days, I know I'm the winner here. Still, it just seems like everything is so much easier for them. But, without struggle, it's much tougher to appreciate the true rewards.

Yesterday I sat at the community center pool (dear readers from back home in los angeles: we don't all have our own pools here. I know, right?!), and I watched so many moms yell at their kids, weary with impatience. I leaned over to Greg and said, "wow. I never see moms of kids with special needs talk to their kids like that. It's like we have so much more patience because we know how much harder our babies work for even the most simple accomplishments."

poor bird couldn't lift her head during tummy time at 8 months!

I rarely ever get pissed at Little Bird for running ahead of me or for having to chase after her. After hearing, "well, we're not really sure she'll ever walk or be able to run," I just giggle and praise her. There was a time a few years ago when she was on the big slide at the park and half way down she changed her mind, shouting, "oh shit!" (mom, I swear, I have no clue where she heard that!) I marched straight into the speech therapist's office the next day and rejoiced, "two words! together!"  Yes, there are days when I want her to stop scripting her mouth off talking, but for the most part, I know how hard every bit of the speech process is for her. Same as jumping from the coffee table to the couch- I know how much motor planning goes into that; how badly she seeks that sensory input.

She works so hard. Every therapist who ever sees her is blown away that she can do half as much as she can with the severe low tone she's working with. That's my girl. Fighting on, kicking ass and conquering the world.

appreciating the little things; stopping to smell the (fake) flowers

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Small Things Saturday: CB & TL

Well, if Jessica at Four Plus an Angel says Small Things Saturday is back, then it's back, baby!


Greg's mom came into town yesterday and grabbed me a delicious Cafe Vanilla from the small Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf stand at DTW's baggage claim area. Sadly, this is the only place in the Metro Detroit area that CB & TL exists. When I go home to L.A. to visit, it's my first stop- after In N Out Burger!


Friday, July 15, 2011

*This Moment*

{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. -SouleMama

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Enriching lives and erasing barriers



Those of us with kids with special needs know that those kids will one day become adults with special needs. As much as we don't want to think about that, sometimes it's all we think about. JARC is a wonderful organization that works hard to erase barriers for all individuals with developmental disabilities. They seem to be best known for their independent living programs and group homes, but they also provide a myriad of services to people of all ages with disabilities. I am proud to sit on the board of directors of this fabulous group and share this information with you!

With just a few clicks, you can help them raise a little money...



For the next 2 days, JARC is the highlighted Gate Charity for the Arts, Beats & Eats
facebook and twitter challenge! 

For every new person to LIKE the Arts, Beats & Eats facebook page http://www.facebook.com/artsbeatseats, $1 dollar will be donated to JARC.










 For every new FOLLOWER on Arts, Beats & Eats Twitter page http://twitter.com/#!/ArtsBeatsEats, $1 dollar will be donated to JARC.












More information on JARC:

JARC is a Farmington Hills, Michigan-based nonprofit, nonsectarian agency dedicated to enabling people with disabilities to live full, dignified lives in the community, and to providing support and advocacy for their families. JARC operates 20 group homes and a variety of independent living programs for adults, and serves more than 450 families who have a child or adult with a disability who is living at home.

JARC’s mission is to:
•to enable people with developmental disabilities to live rich, meaningful lives as respected members of the community in the setting of their choice;
•to provide access to a Jewish way of life for those who choose it;
•to provide support services to families who have minor children with any disability living at home;
•to educate and sensitize the public regarding people with disabilities and their value to the community.




Saturday, July 9, 2011

building my cocoon

This morning I saw this quote on MJ's blog (which completely intrigues me): 


"'How does one become a butterfly?' she asked pensively. 'You must want to fly so badly that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar.'"
-Trina Paulus


I want to fly.


I am ready to become a butterfly; ready to give up being a caterpillar. Change is so uncomfortable. It's just so much easier to slip our feet into those ratty old slippers we've been wearing for years: the ones that have become so much a part of us. Our toes have made patterned indents, and our arches are perfectly hugged. But, there are holes in those slippers and the soles are worn down. They're no longer serving us nor are they serving their original purpose anymore. It's time for a new pair; a pair that will again become a safe place to warm our toes, to support and comfort us. 


I'm ready. 


My life is changing. I'm building my cocoon.

Friday, July 8, 2011

*This Moment*

{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. -SouleMama

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Home

"Homesick.
'cause I no longer know 
where home is"
-Kings of Convenience

This lyric has stuck with me since December when I went home to California. Home is such a funny word. Really, what's "home" to you? I mean, it might be a kind of an arbitrary, ephemeral, or unwavering thing; it certainly has been something that has changed and continues to change for me. When I'm in Michigan, I refer to California as home, and when I'm out there I call Michigan home. I might be lost.

The old saying is "you can never go home again." I get it. Not only have my parents moved out of the home I grew up in, it's just about impossible to go see that house, stand outside and take pictures, or show my bird where mommy grew up. Greg's parents have lived in their home for ever and I must say that I got to do a lot of growing up there as well. So, I do get to share some of that with her. But I do understand the saying. After I'd moved away for a little bit, I went back for a visit. Everything looked and felt different; smelled and tasted different, too.

There's a beautiful line in a beautiful song called Brokedown Palace that goes, "mama, mama, many worlds I've come since I first left home." My life has changed so dramatically since I first left my home in Los Angeles and made the very big, bold move to Michigan 9+ years ago. Things have happened that I never, ever, ever saw coming. Isn't that just life? So, here I go... showing up because life is in session.

Yeah, I'm kinda cryptic. What about it? I'm dark and mysterious. I'm making you wonder. Talkers are talking.... More will be revealed.

Friday, July 1, 2011

*This Moment*

{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. -SouleMama



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