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Marvelous Monday

And just like that: Monday!

We had a whirlwind week (ummm… it seems like this is a real pattern here), and now that we’re finally home, in our little abode, it is all hitting me. My phone is buzzing and vibrating with photo tags, well wishes, comments, and a list- a list of gifts, cards, beautiful  messages lining cards all meant for Addie. In just 2 years my sweet angel has so many who love her, who celebrate her. For all the people who could be there and all those who wanted to be, I am thankful. How can one little girl have  such love surrounding her? As I type away, I am watching her sleep, and even with her eyes closed and her chest rising and falling, with her gentle snore… there is still the hint of her smile. Her happiness and her personality are always shining through- and this is why people are there. She’s a magnet to love. Our love. Your love. Thank you for celebrating our (almost) two year old with us!

#aisforadelaide #happybirthday #AddieisTwo

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I forgot to update everyone on Addie’s growth (which we truly only chart from her specialists) in the last post about Delaware, so I wanted to share her stats here:
23 Months:
24.25 pounds
29 inches long
20.3 inch head circumference

As I plotted her newest numbers with the doctors on the most important CHART according to her doctors (weight for height), we came up with Addie being at -1 SD for her head, which really put to rest the concern for hydrocephalus because her head is slowing on its growth  pattern. For height, she’s at +1 SD, so she’s right above the mean, and for weight she’s right in the middle. When you see the numbers on a growth chart, her own growth chart, it’s pretty cool! Dwarfism is an umbrella diagnosis with many forms defining it, and I feel very fortunate to have so much research about Addie’s form to help guide us through her possible medical needs.

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Lastly, some random to start your week off… Heather, a fellow blogger and advocate, contacted me regarding a cause close to her heart. As I read her story and web page, I felt the need to share the information with you. As a child, I remember my school spending a lot of money to renovate during Spring Break one year. When we came back, there was some discussion about asbestos and that’s what they were doing… as a kid, I had no idea what that meant, but loved that our tiny school had gone through a face lift. Reading Heather’s story brings me such peace- knowing that I was not exposed to something so terrible as so many are. Please read and share her story…

At age 36, I was diagnosed with mesothelioma just 3 ½ months after my first and only child, Lily, was born. I was given just 15 months to live unless I underwent a drastic surgery to remove my left lung. Miraculously, I beat the odds and I’m still here eight years later.

Asbestos is not banned in the US, yet it’s the only known cause of mesothelioma. I was exposed to asbestos through my fathers work jacket when I was just a little girl; my diagnosis came about 30 years later. Once diagnosed, most patients die within 2 years. I am one of few survivors who openly share their story and work to spread awareness regarding the dangers of asbestos.

In honor of Asbestos Awareness Week (April 1-7), I created a webpage dedicated to raising awareness. Although this week has passed, I would love to help educate and protect your readers from this preventable disease!

Here’s the link to my awareness page: mesothelioma.com/heather/awareness

#themoreyouknow

Have a beautiful week, Reader!

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Every Six Months…

We made it to Delaware… with minimal traffic- which always makes me happy! Being in the company of doctors who are so confident and can answer questions that I forgot I had, or that I never even thought of always calms my mind.

When we got into the room with Dr. Bober, we sat down and Addie started playing. We talked a lot about where she was developmentally, her walking, her sleep- the usual. We then talked about her ears- which are at the top of my worry list. With her tubes coming out and her infection, we came to the conclusion that she will, most likely, end of with another set. Also, interestingly enough, we discussed the idea that her adenoids could also come out. Our ENT, locally in Rhode Island, spoke about a 50% chance that if we remove the adenoids with another set of tubes that a recurrence of tubes would be unnecessary. Dr. Bober assured me that this number is not reflective of children with achondroplasia.

A new lesson in life.

So… we will check her ears in a few weeks, see if there is fluid in there, and then take it from there. Should fluid still be in there, we will check for swollen adenoids. Fluid, tubes. Fluid and swollen adenoids, tubes and adenoids. Plan of action- simple! Of course there are a million steps in between, but to have a start and an end point makes the middle ground a bit easier to navigate.

So we are moving out of the worry of hydrocephalus, as her soft spot is closed and she has no signs, as well as the concern for central apnea (which seemed to disappear after 6 months) and kyphosis because Miss A is up and walking… and her x-rays looked amazing! Hearing that her spine looks great is nothing short of wonderful news!

And what are we looking at now? The bowing in her legs, which is something Dr. Mackenzie really keeps an eye on. Obstructive apnea and being aware of the signs, such as snoring and bad sleep patterns. And we also have to be more conscious of ear infections, especially because Addie’s tubes fell out already… but we already talked about that! :)

Some interesting facts for expecting mamas:
We have a 2-3% chance of having another child with achondroplasia.
A Level 2 ultrasound after 30 weeks will give us answers if there are size concerns.
We could still have a child with dwarfism without knowing (just like with Addie!).
Bonus?
We aren’t concerned. Knowing what we know now, we are thrilled to be welcoming another baby into our family!

… and then Dr. Mackenzie. After we ended up doing acrobatic acts on the floor:

#aisforadelaide #babyyoga

#aisforadelaide #yoga #downwardfacingdog

Colleen and Mac came in to examine my sweet yoga girl. After a few looks at her, we took to the halls of DuPont for some walking action. Make that running! Knowing that she’s been falling sideways a lot, I was worried about her legs and knees… but thankfully her legs are just the way they are (for now). We are having x-rays done to make sure her legs are going in the right direction and, as usual, monitor if she has any pain or increased falling.  Addie does have the typical hyper-extension in her knees, but she also has hyper-mobility that causes her knees to arc sideways, which could be adding to her falls (but not bad per se).

As expected, we will be going back in 6 months (really 7) for her next set of appointments and are excited for what lies ahead. The best part of going to DuPont are the answers, the new knowledge and knowing that the next time we see these specialists we will have a whole new world opened to us. Given that we see the doctors every 6 months we are never given too much information that we worry for months to come, but we always leave with things to think about.

… we hope we can work with our insurance going forward and are looking to generate more information about United’s vendetta against major medical providers and bringing them back to Nemours! (Hello high hopes!)

Until then, We hope you had a wonderful Sibling Day… Addie loved giving her soon-to-be baby sibling a kiss while we were on a beautiful family walk:

#aisforadelaide #siblingday2014

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Marvelous Monday

I seriously cannot believe it’s Monday. I feel like we didn’t get a weekend- it was so jam-packed! …and while I am certainly stressed out and frazzled from the festivities, it’s the best feeling in the world.

I usually have a format… thankful dwarfism random that I follow, but this week, I have two thankful-s and no random. I know. I live on the wild side- even breaking my own rules!

SO this week, I am thankful for all the medical wonders we have at hand. While it is not my story, I will say that my newest nephew, Beckett James, has arrived. As I would expect any child of my bestie would be, he has a bit of a flare for the dramatic and didn’t make his entry into this world easy. But he is here. My beautiful (by everything but blood) sister is not only doing well, but looking like a super model, and they are heading home today. I spent much of my weekend running between birthday celebrations and the hospital, and I feel so tired but so energized at the same time. That feeling of holding new life. The one-on-one time of a new baby, in the quiet of the night (sure, I stayed a bit beyond visiting hours), talking to my friend. About our parents, about the future, about our families, and plans and and and. It was like a sleep over, with cooing and sweet baby breath. I took photos as my nephew took his first bath, and we laughed at re-learning to change a diaper (we both have girls for our first babes). This experience made me wish I lived closer to my big sister in Florida, wishing I could have been by her side, and also brought about such a deep love for this woman who mustered all of her love and strength to bring sweet Beckett into the world. I’m so excited for the next chapter!

And what else could I be thankful  for this week, if not the amazing women who rallied behind me almost 2 years ago through Rhode Island New Moms Connection? These women have given me so much love and support, and having them surround us to celebrate Addie’s second birthday (a little early) meant so much to us. We played, ate delicious pizza and mini cupcakes, and then played a bit more… and I watched as each child made connections to the others- all of whom they have known for their entire lives. Many of the kids ran up to other parents, giving hugs and kisses, because we all know each other. We all have a bond with each other- those first few weeks of motherhood that we spent together sitting on a floor with our new babies, trying to make sense of what we were doing right, and what we needed to change. Having those same women beside me… that’s what keeps me going. But there’s more. There are the moms I know from other personal experiences… like a friendship kindled over a wedding gown, flourishing through a love of hockey and sharing a first pregnancy! And friends from our cherished LPA community who made the hike to play, and pick up good conversation like we’d just spoken last week. A comfort and bond brought to us by a shared difference, making us  common- but a friendship we grow together watching our kids enjoy Life.

#aisforadelaide #birthdayparty #hangingaround

Just hanging around (BY HERSELF!!!!!). She’s come a long way in 2 years!

I have been blessed by my experiences, no matter how frazzling they may be, because they have brought me right here. To you. What will happen this week that will test you, but also teach you, nourish you and grow you? I hope  you find those moments and smile.

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And what’s new in the dwarfism community this week? The LPA National Conference registration opened on the first!!! I would love to know what families will be there this year! We are so excited to meet new people, explore California and learn as much as we can at the workshops! Stay tuned to the blog for my conference tips later this month!

Lots of love to you this beautiful Spring week!
xo,

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Top 10 Things About Week 14

True enough this time around!

#aisforadelaide #pregnancy #secondtrimester #secondbaby #thegoodthebadandtheugly #top10

The Good
1. Being tired no more!

2. Showing so early means more time in maternity comfy clothes.

3. Only one doctor’s appointment a month.

4. Almost halfway there (hey, that’s something!).

6. Being closer to having another sweet baby!

The Ugly:
7. Skin still doesn’t clear up.

8. Hellooooo pound a week!

The Bad
9. The still unwanted and unprompted advice.

10. For us high-risk-ers, no running.

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Adelaide has achondroplasia

Adelaide was born after a lengthy labor on April 17, 2012. She was perfect. Beaming up through eyes that spoke of wonder. We swaddled her and held on for hours. It felt like we could not sleep. She was too much to let go of- her small body (18″) was a ball of cuddles that we’d waited almost 39 weeks to hold.

As the weeks passed, I noticed she didn’t look like the other babies in my new moms group. She was… rounder. She was happy, and a great sleeper, but she wasn’t the same as the other babies and I couldn’t put my finger on it. Each morning as I dressed her, I saw that her clothes fit oddly, and her head struggled to fit in her onesies.

Her head is big, I remember saying to her pediatrician’s nurse as she took measurements at her two month appointment. Addie was 9 weeks… and the ball had suddenly been put in motion.

When the doctor came into the room to examine Addie, she took two looks at the measurements and whipped out her own tape measure. She looked Addie over, asked me some questions, and cooed at her tiny patient.

What was happening? I wasn’t sure. But my stomach was in my throat,

You’re right, she confirmed about Addie’s head. It was bigger, but she was also measuring a bit small. To be safe, the pediatrician ordered an ultrasound of her head and x-rays of Addie’s long bones (arms and legs) to make sure everything was working as they should be, to be performed the following Monday, but we didn’t make it that far. A few hot days later with a lethargic infant and incessant fever, Addie was admitted to our local children’s hospital. An emergency CT of her head was performed to make sure there was no abnormal fluid in her head- this called for multiple spinal taps to be attempted unsuccessfully (and without anesthesia of any kind) to check for meningitis. Due to her high level of dehydration, the tests were lacking enough fluid, and we were left to give her broad spectrum antibiotics.

Panicked, I called my mom (250 miles away) who hopped in her car and started the drive up.

Because the tests were already on the table, while admitted, Addie got her x-rays and ultrasound done. After hearing that her head and brain were fine and there were no signs of hydrocephalus, we were wheeled back to her room to wait. I tried to sleep, to read, to do something, but I was stuck in a whirlwind of what-ifs.

I’d read it all… so when a woman came in who introduced herself as a geneticist, I knew we were looking at something serious. I listened to her introduce herself and say that she just wanted to stop by and check in on us. She was asked to look at Addie’s x-rays… I stopped listening, but then  she stood up, shook our hands and left.

Photo: Dimery Photography

Photo: Dimery Photography

I tried to nurse Addie, who was still having trouble eating, so I resorted to the pump. As I stood at the hospital room sink, burning my hands in the water, I looked up in the mirror to see the geneticist walk back in. I stayed there, forgoing the pain of the water for a minute. The look on her face was a nervous smile, not that of a confident woman. I sat down. I was prepared… but numb. The woman in front of me talked about the x-rays, the best doctors in Rhode Island, thorough examination…

Adelaide has Achondroplasia.

My husband asked what that was, but before he could finish his questions, I blankly said dwarfism.

I cried. A lot. I didn’t know enough about what was happening. Was this why she was sick? Would she be ok?

As it turned out, her dehydration was unrelated. She wasn’t great at latching, the summer was hot, and she had spiked a fever. That was why she was sick. Dwarfism was not an issue here.

In fact, here we are 2 years later, and dwarfism isn’t an issue anywhere. Some things are different- that’s for sure. Addie is a pro at staying still for x-rays, falling asleep with things attached to her head and body (sleep study), she can travel hundreds of miles by car without much issue to get to and from her geneticist in Delaware, and she’s encouraged to climb objects to get what she needs (where as other kids are told not to!).

When I think back to those days in the hospital, the fear and the unknowns, they scare me- how could I know so little about my own child? But they also serve as a reminder that what is different is not bad- difference is something to be celebrated and advocated. Our lives are different from most, of course… but it’s an amazing life. And that’s what means the most.

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Marvelous Monday

Another week has passed and another is beginning. And I am thankful for that. Many of my friends have been going through first losses in life- mostly grandparents- and have emailed me asking for advice… how to move on, get over it, stop crying. I know they ask because I lost my brother, grandfather, 18 year old cousin, father, uncle and multiple friends before the age of 21… my grandmother passed away a few hours before I needed to be in work. I still went. I sold 2 gowns before my boss asked me what was up. When I told her, she began to tear up and told me to go home. Dave and I have a cruel joke: I met his family through weddings. He met mine through funerals. When it comes to funerals, I’m an old pro at 29… and as the years have passed, my coping skills have changed, though not the steps to heal.

What are my steps?

1. Let it happen.
The  tears, the anger, the hurt, the pain, the laughter that makes you guilty to have, the fear of all the memories you think are fading, the idea that you can’t remember  certain facial features or their voice. Just let it happen.

This Monday just being thankful is enough. Telling people to enjoy every moment of their lives is disingenuous. There are things that are not enjoyable- that is life. However, reminding ourselves after a long day, a particularly trying day, that we are still here, to heal the hurts we may have made and mend the fences that we can, is all we can do. It never gets easier when we lose the ones we love, but it grows different in us. The things we thought we forgot? They come back. After 15 years, I suddenly started to hear my Dad’s voice in my dreams again. It’s not as deep as I thought it was, but there it is- clear as a bell- lulling me back into a dream I might otherwise have  awoken from.

Here’s to another week. Live. Love. Laugh. And, damn it, cry if you need to!

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This week, my brief, but important dwarfism fact is more of a life lesson to all. Be conscious of your words. When approaching a difference, so not assume that everyone who is different is suffering. Very few people I know choose to describe their everyday as suffering. I embrace the fact that dwarfism is considered a disability. I do not fear what is fact- I choose to learn how we can improve and change our society to better include everyone- regardless of differences. What I choose to change also includes perception. My daughter smiles… All. The. Time. Even when we were told her right ear was pretty infected on Saturday, she was all smiles. In general, she is a tough cookie, but like most kids she lives a happy life. It is… well, it’s normal. How so? She’s never known anything different- and that, by definition of the word and subjective experience. The welts that make other parents cringe, the therapies, the extra appointments- that’s life. That’s not suffering. Suffering should be held sacred for the hardest moments in life- those that truly make us question the world. Suffering is not being different.

Please, choose your words wisely.

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And last but not least, my random for the week. Again, words. My friend, we will call him C, works a fairly stressful job. It’s all people-relations and working with clients. Pleasing those that have too much money to spend, or too little and spend too much- a fine line between fun and babysitting for adults. He’s also a homeowner, small business owner and landlord. In short, he’s no fool. At his place of business, however, he’s often disrespected- even by well meaning customers who feel like they’ve made some kind of quick friendship and thus make an innapropriate remark or joke.

On one such occasion this weekend someone told him he needed to grow a thicker skin. He’s a funny guy, blue eyes, Italian, well-educated, a little over 6 feet with a good sense of humor and healthy respect for himself and others… but to this comment he replied that his skin was thick enough, perhaps he simply deserved some respect. While you think your words are innocent and that you’re in the right, remember his thought.

Happy Monday, Reader! May your week be full of thanks, love and respect.

love,

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I Take it Back

Let them eat cake.
Well, not my child, but whomever choses.

Recently I reposted THIS article from HuffPost Parents on my personal Facebook page. I’d love to be featured there, but I won’t do it via parent wars. So here, I offer my rebuttal:

At first read, this opinion holds a lot of water with me. Why go so crazy for every holiday? I don’t see the point. But hey… that’s not my family. I also don’t see why people drive $100,000 cars, hate tattoos or still have flip phones. But judging others won’t change them, it just makes my point of view narrow. I see how some holidays have gotten, for my family, out of control. So I choose to not make traps for leprechauns or host color-coordinated Easter egg hunts. This doesn’t mean I’ve sworn off Pinterest or the fun crafts that come with the holidays, it just means that I don’t stay up until 1am for every holiday making a path of coins or creating a huge mess from a Christmas elf. But you know what? I wrote THIS piece over Christmas about why I don’t want to be judged for my Elf on the Shelf. My parenting my child does not affect you. I am not teaching hate, bullying, judgment or harm. I am instilling memories, silly times and having some fun myself- all in a way that does not overwhelm me. I defend my creepy little Christmas doll because he adds some more wonder to the holiday. As with the rest of our celebrations, we incorporate food, but not candy or sweets, and like to teach a lesson- as simple as a Bible verse or learning to save the change from our pockets. Another child gets 8 nights of gifts, and sure, that seems unfair to a child who only gets one… but there is a story, religion, culture and familial beliefs surrounding all celebrations. It is not up to our children to dictate how we observe holidays, or for other parents to redefine our celebrations.

#elfontheshelf Jingle #aisforadelaide

Who am I to judge you, parent who takes the time to handcraft Valentines for each class member or makes fondant topped crafted confections personalized for your child’s birthday? I am not one to pass judgment on anyone.

If I choose to make an observation, it’s that any child who doesn’t have what another child does and has a tantrum because of it, does not deserve a stressed parent who will appease said child. It is a life lesson- a family lesson, if you will. “We do not celebrate by doing x, y and z for the holiday.” End of story. I know tears and a few “it’s not fair!” arguments will ensue, but it is! Fairness is celebrating with your family as your family does.

When we look to others to make ourselves feel better about what we, as parents, do differently, we are creating this rift we claim to be fighting against. Our lives are all different from each other. We can’t preach love and acceptance to our children if we, ourselves, do not believe it. I am not a lazy parent if I choose fill-in Valentines, and I am not an over-achieving parent if I choose to make handcrafted gifts for all of my child’s teachers. I am simply parenting as I do. Let us release our insecurities. Let’s do more than teach that difference is OK- let’s believe it.

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Life Hacks for Traveling Parenting Moments…

This past weekend we attended our first regional event for our LPA district. While I love eating out, when you’re paying for everything away from home, while still paying for your home (wouldn’t it be cool to suspend your mortgage if you weren’t there?!), that can be a weighty financial burden. So, we did what anyone would do. We packed food and gift certificates- which we used to treat ourselves to dinner!

In our cooler we had:

#aisforadelaide #vacationisntaboutgoingbroke

This stash, plus a stop for a bunch of bananas, got us through 2 breakfasts, a lunch and snack times without hesitation. We ended up treating ourselves to coffee (because we are coffee snobs) as well as a special baked good from a local bakery, Plum Beach Bakery. For $1, their glorified dough boy left Dave and I stuffed! So, while we can’t control the price of fuel or tolls, we can control our food costs with some planning!

Best tip: PACK WATER BOTTLES! Even when you’re traveling and cannot bring a cooler of food (say on an airplane), you can always bring water bottles for everyone in the family. For this trip, we brought enough water so that we would not have to drink from the tap, but when we fly, we bring empty Nalgene and CamelBacks so we know that we can fill them up at a bar (just remember to tip the tender) and board with it!

And what else do we struggle with as parents who want to travel?  Ahh… The dreaded hotel room-with-a-child situation. Addie too big to sleep in a Pack n’ Play and the hotel cribs are often not full size, so those are a no-go, too. A big bed? By herself? No rails? No thanks.

But wait!
Those decorative pillows are not for naught! They are for bed rails!

From The Sea Crest Hotel website (Falmouth, MA)

From The Sea Crest Hotel website (Falmouth, MA)

Using the large cylindrical pillows under the fitted sheet, I created bumpers along the sides of the bed. Addie was able to sleep by herself, safely, while Dave and I watched over her and cringed each time she kicked… knowing it would have been his face, or my back, had we not put what we had at hand to good use. Sharing a bed with your child is a beautiful thing- until the day your child becomes a smallest bucking bronco one has ever seen.

#aisforadelaide #lifehack #hotelhack #travelhack

She only looks innocent. Don’t let her smile fool you.

#aisforadelaide #seacresthotel #lifehack

What travel-hacks have made your life easier? Share below!!!

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Because Normal isn’t What You Think…

My life is different from your life. It’s got nothing to do with you, your child or your relationship status. Actually, it does. That’s it exactly.

We are different.

Do you need me to prove it? I went to private school. My pinkies are curved. I only have one living parent. I love my step-father. I have 4 siblings. I am a dog person. I prefer reading a book to reading on an e-reader. I have blue eyes. I grew up in suburban Philadelphia. I haven’t gotten a haircut in over a year and a half. Ice hockey is a way of life. I enjoy running. I own a life insurance policy. I think water is delicious. I never want to own another car besides a Subaru.

Did  you get all that?

We’re not the same.

But that’s ok.

Somewhere along the lines, someone thought that someone like me could be considered normal. Here’s a few things that you may not know.

I have flat feet. I’m above  average height for a female at 5’8′. My father died while myself, my mother and sister were holding him. I’ve suffered from depression. I  don’t love where I live. I have a child with special needs. I’m addicted to social media (but I won’t be detoxing). I have over 30 tattoos and a permanent piercing. I’ve totaled more cars than most people own in a lifetime. I’ve miscarried. I have anger outbursts that I’ve worked almost 30 years to control and still struggle with.

But, someone thinks I’m normal.

I know this because I’ve been asked how someone normal has a special baby. Well, here’s how it goes. Two normals get together- you know, in the between the sheets, don’t tell mom kind-of-way. A baby grows. It’s an amazing baby. The parents, those normals I told you about, have dreams and hopes for this baby. Then the baby is born, and it’s so much different than the normals expected. It’s not better, or worse. It’s different. This child is, GASP, normal too. Sure he or she is different, but all humans differ. If you believe that there are two people alike, you’re only fooling yourself. All children are special. They are all unique- even those really strange ones like my brothers who are identical twins. Somehow those kids, 21 years later, are night and day… both amazing, handsome, special kids headed in two different directions.

So what’s normal? How the hell do I know?

I’m a tall woman, with crooked fingers and flat feet. I’ve encountered death and loss the likes I don’t wish on my enemies (do I have those?). I’m married, but is that even a cool thing to be anymore? I live with  OCD issues paired with insomnia (no, I don’t consider any part of my life to be suffering from…).  My normal husband? He’s a 37 year old who made a career change at 35. He went from a single guy-musician-business owner, to husband-solely-supporting a family of 3 (soon to be 4!) in under 5 years. He’s not very tall, or dark, but he’s really handsome. His nose is big and his heart  is huge. His normal-self didn’t own a car for 6 years. In fact, he’s so normal that he chose me to marry (as described, I’m as normal as they come, no?).

Normal? It’s not what you think.

What are you? What am I? What is Dave? And Addie?
Well… we’re all human. Let’s act accordingly.

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Mother

It’s such a simple word.

moth·er
ˈməT͟Hər/
noun
noun: mother; plural noun: mothers
  1. a woman in relation to a child or children to whom she has given birth

verb
verb: mother; 3rd person present: mothers; past tense: mothered; past participle: mothered; gerund or present participle: mothering; noun: mothering

  1. bring up (a child) with care and affection.
    “the art of mothering”

This is how a book of words, all the words we recognize in the English language, defines the most important woman in my life.

So how would I describe my mother in less than 1,00 words?

She’s a rock when the whole world is on a roll. She’s the person that took responsibility over the lives of 4 other humans when her partner in crime, my father, passed away. She is what a pillar of strength hopes to embody to define itself. She is power. Beauty. Courage.

But she never had to try to be these things. That’s the most amazing part. Life never happened to her. She happened to life.

I grew up hearing: no one makes you feel a certain way.

Which is why I do not choose the love I have for her. It’s just there. It’s all in my heart and soul. It spills out as I bounce questions off her, call for advice or press the right buttons so Addie can hear her Mima’s voice.

I cannot help but love where my heartbeat first originated. I love you, Mom.

Happy birthday.

xo,
FTN

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