lessons on celebrating life: tea party in the park

Someone once told me,
"I stopped reading your blog
because it made me feel inadequate."
And to that one, I say,
"Your loss, sister."

However, scrolling through my blog,
I see that it appears that we live
a life of hearts & flowers.
And obviously we have a special son
in a wheelchair.
But I don't try to pretend
that this life is a fairytale.
And that every day is sunny & bright.
That there are non-stop glittery smiles
and exuberant positive attitudes.
But I blog what I want to blog
and you know,
that happens to be things that make me happy.
There are a LOT of down times.
Sad, mad, depressing, low times.
There's also happy, glad, beautiful, even perfect moments.

Sometimes those perfect moments just happen.
Fall out of thin air right into our laps.
But mostly, it takes work & time.
It's a big effort to create special memories,
but worth it as I'll get out!

I'm sure my lil' Ella Rose
won't remember this outing
with her Mama to the park.
But some day she'll see these pictures.
And I hope she'll feel loved.
I'm totally okay with having this enchanting memory
tucked away in a brain vault.

This was a perfect adventure.
Not just in pictures, either.
She was happy, I was happy,
all hearts & flowers.
Except that I didn't get to be in the picture.
Guess we'll have to do it again some time.
Here is a challenge for you.
Take this lesson on celebrating life:
Have a tea party at the park.
Why not?
It's silly, only for children, so naive, too fantasy-land for ya'?
Well,
I DARE you.
Memories are worth biiiiiiiig money.

And 3 cheers for Ella!
She went to bed
with no "passy" tonight. Didn't even ask for it.
I didn't think she'd ever be broken of that
dreadful piece of plastic.
It used to be a sanity saver.
Then it turned into a stress maker.
The durned things would disappear
at very untimely moments.
Which meant late-night runs to Walgreens for replacements.
What were we doing to ourselves?
Last week, we just could not find a single one
and said,
"That's it. No more."
So she screamed it out, had a rough night,
but we made it through.
Then, next day,
wouldn't you know it?
She found two of them!
Rooskii was so proud,
"my passy!" smiling all content through the rascal of a pacifier.
But she bites holes in them.
And is way too dependent.
So I've been snipping away at it each day.
"Hole in it," she says, all bewildered.
hehehehe
It's been a rough few days for her around nap & bed time,
but ah,
no whines tonight.
Fingers crossed.

Bring on more hearts & flowers!
My sister & her husband welcomed their 3rd child today!
Happy Birth Day, Hudson!!!!