We met. We fell in love. We married. We had a baby girl. We had another baby girl. Story short ... this is where we are.

Friday, December 28, 2012

Top quotes from the girls 2012


Top quotes from the girls 2012 - the censored version ;)

 

“R asked me to be his girlfriend.  I said yes.”  … Can I please be there when you tell your Daddy??

 
Upon showing some serious attitude towards me, “don’t worry Mom.  I’m not mad.  I’m just pretending I’m a teenager.” … Oh … bless our home.  I’m going to go through menopause when they are teenagers, aren’t I?

 
JJ, I'll give you a quarter if you pick up the goldfish crackers on Katie's floor.... "no thanks, I already have a lot of money."… I didn’t realize we lived on a gold mine.

 
"I made 4 mistakes on my project!" ... *insert dramatic tears* ... JJ, do you know how many tries it took to create the telephone? *insert apathetic tone and eye roll* "No mom ... I wasn't here. I was in your tummy" … No wonder I feel so old.

 
“Oh Mom!  You’re okay!  I thought you got caught in the lunder!  I thought I didn’t have a mom anymore, but I do!” … I’m glad I survived it, but what’s lunder?

 
“Happy.  Happy.”  Oh … Kay was happy!  I hope it lasts.

 
“When you get to heaven you’ll be able to run.  I can’t wait for you to die!” … I feel so loved.

 
“When the elf dropped off the letter from Santa, did you happen to see if he had curly or straight hair?” … I think it was straight.  “Oh good. I was hoping it would be straight.” … How much time did she spend thinking about elf carrier hair styles?

 
“Hi Jesus.” … I’m not sure if you got the memo Kay, but you can call me mom.

 
“Hi Susan.”  … Not sure if you got the memo, but you can call him Dad.

 
“I feel sick about the dinner you made two days ago.  My head feels sick about it.  My stomach feels sick about it and my heart feels sick about it  … but my heart is still healthy because it was healthy food … oh, and I still love you.” ... I didn’t realize my cooking was so traumatic. At least it didn’t affect her feelings for me.

 
“When will I have an office like Dr. B to practice medicine?” … I think for most doctors it’s sometime after first grade.

 
“I look FANTASTIC today!!” … Sure wish I had the confidence of a 6 year old.

 
While kissing in the kitchen, we hear from her bedroom, “hey Mom?  Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” … Probably not honey.

 
“Mom, Aunt Janine is older than you so she is right” … but she’s wrong!!

 
What sound does a dog make Kay? *insert heavy panting* … Okay, please don’t do that in public.

 
“I can’t see out of my left eye.  Oh wait … it’s closed.” … Okay, that one was me, but I was REALLY tired.

 
Where does your Nana live?  “With my papa.” Hmmm.  I guess she’s right.

 
Upon seeing a billboard with a girl in her underwear, “If that girl was real, she’d be cold.” Yes. Yes, she would.

 
After a knock at the door, Kay walks over to the door, “Papa?” I guess Papa will have to come visit.

 
“My food winner is tuna helper”.  I guess she likes it.

 
After telling Matthew how softly and sweetly Kay said “kiss” and gave me a kiss, I proceed to try it again to show him.  “Kiss Kay??” …. She says, “P OFF!” I’m pretty sure she’s never heard  those words, but sure sounded like that!

 
“Can I have a treat bagel?” … ummm.  In Canada, we call those doughnuts.

 
“At sparks, we can do anything we want … except scream” … Hmmm, I wonder if she got in trouble for screaming?

 
“I can’t understand what that person is saying.  They must be autistic.”  No!  They just speak a different language!

 
“My brain wants to obey my mom and dad, but my body doesn’t.  It’s so hard.” … I can totally understand.

 
“Why was I born in a volcano?” No honey … that’s an ultrasound picture.

 

 

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Christmas through the years ...

 
Please travel with me as I walk down Christmas lane ...
 
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Newly engaged ... mere babies
 
 
 
Newlyweds ...
 
 
 
 
Our first Christmas as a family of three
Yep, that's baby JJ inside my tummy.  We just told everyone.

 
 
 
 
And 1 year later .... here she is.  All Dickey
 

 
 
 
And then we did it again. Baby Kay in the belly ... not our best picture ... I remember loving the meds I got just before Christmas ... I was so pukey.
 
 
 
And there she is ... so worth the nausea ... ohh, look at those little cheeks and pants pulled up to her pits.
 
 
And then I didn't get pregnant ... phew.
 
 
 
Cutest babies in the world ... maybe not babies anymore
 
 
Getting big ... but daddy can still hold them
 
 
To date ...
 
 
And a few favorites along the way ...
 
My little Christmas baby
 
Nice tongue
 
You are the worst parents ever!
 
Our little Christmas Winston Churchhill
 
I can't guide the sleigh .. my eyes are closed

I don't care if it's Christmas ... I am not waking up

Happy baby

Santa ate the cookies ... what does this mean?

Christmas Cherub
 


Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Authority Privilege


Someone gave me a copy of White Privilege by Peggy McIntosh and it really got me thinking.  It’s about the unspoken privileges that white people take for granted.  Now, it is a bit outdated and the demographic is different, but it made me think alot.  Perhaps not the intent of the paper, but this is where it lead me.  I shall call it … hmmm.  Authority Privilege?

Yes.  I have heard many times that it is a white, male dominated world.  The signs around me tell me that it’s probably true, but definitely changing.  Traditionally, when you hear “doctor” you think white male.  When you hear “nurse”, you think white female. However, being a female, I can’t say I’ve felt oppressed by males and my pasty, British skin is a far cry from “black”.  For this reason, I can’t say that I can understand a coloured person’s experience on any level.  Perhaps this is ignorant or how I’ve been conditioned to think as a privileged, white person.  I have very few people of colour in my immediate life and it’s not something I really think about … but that does not mean on any level that the problem does not exist.    For me, it’s not an issue.  That’s my point and I think the point of this paper.  If it’s not an issue for me, then I am guilty of being ignorant to a very prevalent problem.  The concern for me is that one man’s situation is not the same as another’s.  I have seen this many times with the people around me.  What is burdened on someone’s heart is not necessarily burdened on another’s.  There are so many legitimate “causes” to be an advocate for that one has to pick what leans on their heart and do their best to be supportive in another man’s cause.   
I understand all too well what she is saying in this paper, but I must say right off that it is no more my friend’s fault for being born without a disability than it is my fault for being born white.  One does not naturally understand something that has not been their own experience.  For this reason, it is so important to educate each other because I can guarantee that every person who has read this article has experienced suppression on some level … intended or not.   This article taught me about a coloured person’s experience and for that I am grateful and hope to be more sensitive in the future.

Let’s be honest here.   When we meet someone for the first time, our brains are in overload.  There is a lot of subconscious judgement that takes place.  I believe dominance is established within 5 minutes of meeting someone.  I once met a lady who was so threatened by me.  She was studying to be a social worker and because I already had a degree and was working on my masters, she pushed and pushed me into a corner until I admitted to her that her degree would get her farther.  Dominance.   I guess she needed to feel that between us.  I thought it was silly.  I understand now how it feels to be in minority and to feel these unspoken social hierarchies.  I don’t for one minute think that anyone looks at someone in a wheel chair and says or even believes that they are better.  No.  That would be socially unacceptable.  But it’s there.   I did an experiment a few months ago and asked people to be real about the following question, “what do you think when you see someone with a disability or someone who looks different?”  I so appreciated the honesty.  The answers varied from, “I feel more comfortable about my own flaws” to “I’m just glad it’s not me”.  I don’t feel “judged” by people for having a disability and I certainly don't judge others with a disabilty, but I do feel the hierarchy.  When I sit down to talk with someone stronger than me, more educated than me, prettier than me or more outgoing than me, I automatically take the lower position on the totem pole.  And you know what makes it worse?  Someone who officiously tries to help.  Yes, it’s kind and often necessary, but it no less makes the gap of dominance bigger.  You are undoubtedly the winner.  I can’t top that.  Sure, I can try by impressing you with my strength of character, but in my mind, you win.  This thinking is probably wrong, but digress with me.  You have a doctor and a patient.  A doctor is a servant to the people around them, but it is definitely a dominant role.  Even nurses respect the authority of the doctor.  This is just the hierarchy of life.  I see it within the medical field all the time … from the specialists down to the receptionists.  When someone is helping me dress or meeting a need, I can assume that I will be treated with respect, but the person of authority and the person of vulnerability have been assigned very clear roles.

My experience lies in the area of physical disability.  Someone else’s experience might have more severity or lie in a completely different area.  Like someone of colour living in a white man’s world, there are conditions that someone with a disability or illness cannot count on living in an able bodied world.  Again, I point out that I do not blame any able bodied person, but these are things that I have seen my friends, family, acquaintances and strangers take for granted.  Of course, none of these things are a reason for anyone in a minority to have an unfulfilled life.

Being able to get out of a booth or chair at a restaurant

Having a washroom available that they can use

Purchasing items on the bottom shelf at a grocery store         

Wearing shoes properly

Not being starred at … unless their skirt is tucked into their underwear.

Generally assuming that a compliment is merited and not awarded because the standard is lower.

Falling calls for a normal response instead of looks that suggest a poem be written about the tragedy that is their life.

Being able to try clothes on in a change room

The positive feelings of self worth that come from physically helping others.

Choosing  a career based on desire, education and skills.

Choosing recreation based on desire and means.

 
What I need to express is that we should all be servants to each other.  Coloured, white, male, female, able-bodied, or not.  People in places of authority, may it be as a helping friend or a position in society; we all need to be aware of how the other person feels.   This role can change.  In some situations, I feel like the person who is dominant and I too have to be aware of what “rights” that brings to the relationship.  We all have something to bring to the table.  Each of us with our own unique experiences. My message is not so much to the “white” person.  My message is for anyone who has a position of authority whether or not they believe that they are in that position .. earned or unearned.  Parents, doctors, therapists, social workers, teachers, police, bosses, people with wealth, good friends or members of society.  When someone needs you on any level, they are allowing you into a place of vulnerability and there is an unspoken hierarchy.  What I believe to be a place of privilege.  I don’t think it’s a bad thing.  I think it’s something that should be protected.

Thank you to the people who have helped me and my family and who have always treated us with respect.

Saturday, November 24, 2012

Kay, Katie, Katelyn




 
Kay,

I write this for you and I write this for me.  It’s been an interesting year.  We’ve asked a lot of you.  I know you don’t like to learn new things or have things changed on you, but we do it for you.  It’s amazing how much you grow when you start to understand new things.  I can’t believe how much you have grown over this past year.  I’ve seen you go from hardly acknowledging us to looking right in our eyes and saying, “Mama and Dada”.  Please know, that whatever this life offers you, you are an amazing person with the potential to do anything.  Never let anyone tell you less.  You are who God wanted you to be.  Your name means “pure and consecrated to God”.  You are the very best there is.  I sat by your crib last night as you were getting sleepy.  I poured my heart out to you.  I have no idea if you understood a word I was saying, but the way you sat up and listened made me feel so loved.  You warmed my heart as you said, “nite nite nite” and lay down.  I loved hearing the little snores that followed.  You did that.  You made me feel loved.  I hope we can make you feel just as loved. 

~Mama



Wednesday, October 31, 2012

33

One thing I have learned over the past week is that I can be very weird.  Yes.  And nothing can point this out more than spending a few days with your best friend from grade school.  What a wonderful week it has been.  I do point out that just because a friend will do anything for you does NOT mean they CAN do everything for you. We have ended up on the floor laughing on several occasions this week in a failed attempt to get me off the couch.  Yes ... with a visit from an old friend and a birthday, nostalgia has definitely kicked in this week.  But doesn't it every year?  Matthew so lovingly pointed out today that I'm getting smile lines around my eyes.  At least I don't have hair growing out of my ears.  I'm not quite ready for false teeth and depends.

Apart from the grey hairs and memory loss, the thing I will miss most about leaving "32" is not being able to say one of my favorite lines from FRIENDS ... "You're 32 Joe, 32. A reminder I say to myself when I'm not acting my age.  As mentioned this morning, I am now the age Jesus was when he died.  This concerned JJ about whether or not I was going to die.  Her response after I told her I wasn't worried about it today, "Ya, because when you go to heaven your legs will be strong.  You can run and dance!  I can't wait for you to die!!!"

Let's see, so far for my birthday I've been dropped on the floor, told I was getting wrinkles and got a death wish.  I feel so good about myself.

No.  It's been a really great week.  I got an adorable bracelet that says "best mom" and the funnest T-shirt ever from Matthew that says, "On a scale of 1-10, what's your favorite colour in the alphabet?".  If you know anything about me, you will know that I LOVE this shirt because I see every letter/person/date in colour and I cannot be convinced otherwise.  How can a "C" be red when it is obviously yellow.  duh.

How blessed I am to have so many people in my life over the past year.  How blessed I am to have so many people give me candy today.  In the words of JJ, "best day ever".



 

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Little Miss Tootie

Well, little Miss Tootie ...

You are the big 0-4.  How do you feel about your life so far?  I think it's been a pretty good 4 years.  I think back to when you were just a little baby.  That's what mommies do on your birthday.  You were such a good baby.  Except from 6-10pm.  You cried the whole time while Mommy and Daddy took turns rocking you in that old, orange rocking chair.  You've come a long way since then baby!

So, it's been another amazing year little girl.  You started going to school every day.  You just love it now.  You fell in love with Mansura and now with Breyer and I promise you, they fell in love with you too.  It's hard not to fall in love with you.  You learned some new words.  Cookie, Cheese, Mine, Mommy, Daddy, dog, shoe and okay!  You also learned to put your shoes away on the mat when you come home from school!

You still like to scream a lot.  You got very sick in the spring and we couldn't figure out what was wrong with you.  It took weeks and many trips to your family doctor, but we finally got it all sorted out with cream and antibiotics. We can hardly wait for you to be able to talk to us!

You love penguins!  We love watching you do the "penguin shuffle" to Happy Feet.  You've got the moves down girl!  You love playing outside, giggling with your sister, taking baths, singing, looking at books and going for car rides with Daddy to get french fries.

We are so happy with the things you've learned over the year.  You've learned patience.  You've learned how to work with your occupational therapist and your speech therapist.  You've learned to play with other kids and you've learned to put your toys away.  You've even learned your ABCs and how to count to almost 20! This year we need to work on eating dinner at the table and not getting so angry when things don't go the way you want them to.


You've got some big changes coming up as you start kindergarten.  I can hardly wait to put your new dress on you and take your picture as you climb onto the yellow school bus.  Oh the adventures you will have!


We love you so much.  Sometimes, in the morning, we can't stop looking at you as we try to wake you up.  You are so not a morning person .... but you are pretty adorable!  Happy birthday little Tootie.  We wouldn't trade you for anything .... not even a real penguin.


Love
Mom


 
A couple hours old


Enjoying life!

Monday, July 30, 2012

I don't understand

There has been something that has been eating at me for awhile.  It's taken a long time to be able to form my thoughts and put it into English words .  Oh how much easier it would be if you could all just grab a blanket and crawl into my head for story time.  Might be kind of scary in there though.  I'm still not completely sure I can express myself properly, but I'd like to give it a try.  I do fear that I will come off as a jerk, but it's not my intent. This whole concept has been something I've been working through on a broader sense and I will spare the details, but something I've been seeing on the internet helped me put it into words .... so here goes ...

Sometimes online I will see a picture of a person (of any age) with a disability, disease or abnormality.  I see the picture and usually whatever the case is, it's fairly obvious what the "problem" is.  My heart reaches to them.  Then I see a comment like, "press like if you think this child is beautiful" ... okay.  I never do, but I like to take a glance at the comments.  Seems like for every 50, "oh, that child is beautiful. God bless them!", there is 1, "that child is so ugly!".  It is then followed by a string of reprimands for the "jerk" who said that comment.  Why that 1 person felt the need express themselves that way, I'll never know.  If you don't think they are beautiful, then move on.  Right?

But ... I get that there are always going to be people who say inconsiderate things.  Maybe they want to be hurtful.  Maybe they just aren't thinking.  I know this about us as a human race.  What I don't understand ... and please bare with me as I try to express myself and what I'm feeling so deeply inside myself.  Why was a picture even posted?  Why the need to put up a picture of someone who obviously has something "different"?  I don't know who is doing the posting, but by putting up a public picture like that requesting to go "viral" is opening that person to those harsh comments.  I would be horrified if someone took a picture of me trying to walk up stairs and posted it (even with good intent) and I saw things written about me.  Let's face it, those pictures get 1000's of comments.  Here is the other part that has taken months for me to express in my own life.  Why the need to "praise" these people?  Why the need to ask people to express how beautiful they are?  Does that not send out the underline tone that there is something to compensate for?  

I believe the intentions are good, but are the comments genuine or accurate?  I look at a person who has severe deformities and I too can see the beauty in that person.  These people probably have a strength of character that most of us will never be asked to tap into, but to me, it's like pointing them out and saying, "let's make them more like us".  Let me point out that I am not talking about inspirational stories or pictures we share with each other.  I am talking about snapshots posted on the internet ... I pray that the person who posted those pictures had permission to do so.  If someone put a picture of an average, random child on the internet and asked people to press "like" because they are beautiful (with the intent of going viral), I think most of us would ask, "why?"  That child would probably get more negative comments.  "Why are we "liking" this child?  There is nothing different about them ... they look just like the rest of us".  Am I making any sense at all?  Perhaps it's the same concept of how we see a plus size model in her skivies and say, "good for you girl!", but don't pass the same experience to a super thin model.

I just feel that most people would prefer genuine praise, love and acceptance.   If we feel the need to "over praise" someone or point them out, are we not sending the message that there is something to compensate for?  To me, the message says, "you're different, but we are going to compensate for what is obviously different and try and make you feel like us without actually saying that there is something wrong with you".

Over sensitive?  Probably.



Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Summer project number 1

Well, summer break is here!  And with this comes lots of family craft time.  Now, by "family", I mean JJ and I.  Please don't be mistaken ... Matthew had no part in this.  So, here it is .... we started with ...


Yep ... it was that simple.  Elmers glue and some dye.  We then proceeded to write special messages with the glue .....




Then we dunked them is the tasty purple water ... no, we didn't taste it.  It just looked good ... and tada!



Tee's turned out a little fuzzy so I'd make sure the writing is fairly big next time.  There was so much dye left over so consequently, some skivvies turned purple.

Saturday, June 23, 2012

The first time we met you

Tonight when JJ curled up with me to say goodnight, we chatted for a bit about her very quickly approaching birthday. The big 06. Whoa.  Better start looking into retirement homes. Fortunately, 6 years is enough time to forget the "adventure" of her birth and it was fun telling her all about it.  I think her favorite part was when I threw up on Sarah.  My favorite part was the epidural.  I think Matthew's favorite part was the conception.   Oddly enough, this is exactly the time 6 years ago that labour started.  True, she wasn't born for 2 more days ... 40 hours of labour.  This is often my argument when I want some affection from her. "40 hours of labour ... that's why you're going to come over here and let your mama kiss you."  So, 6 years ago we were sitting at Swiss Chalet when the adventure that is JJ began ...   Feels like a lifetime ago.  So ... I would like to invite you to share the story of the first time you met JJ or heard of her birth and what you thought ... or maybe just an early memory.  For some of you, it will be day 1 ... for some it will be recently.  I want to read them to her for her birthday. The other night I came into her room late at night as the tears came down her cheeks and she told me she didn't know what was special about her.  I'd like to show her.

 JJ, the first time I met you, you were flopped on my belly.  I looked at my midwife and asked, "is she mine?"  Misty laughed and said, "yes" ... considering you were still attached to me.  It was hard to believe even though you were the spitting image of your daddy.  I can still remember that feeling of you resting on me.  I held you against me like I was holding onto a football during the Superbowl. I was definitely a new mommy.  You were strong and beautiful and you had a head shaped like a cone.  You looked so much like daddy we thought we should keep you. :)

Here she is ... all 8bs 9 oz of her


We really liked her


then she tried to eat me


Hallelujah


She got a lot cuter when the pain started to go away ... a week later


Looking all Dickey


6 days old at Uncle Aaron's wedding ... youngest guest

Friday, May 18, 2012

No Pressure!

The other day I was working out ... well, not so much "working out" as trying desperately to look as cool as the "biggest losers" as I held onto every one of Bob's words of encouragement.  He's totally talking to me when he looks into the camera, right?  I'm not sure which I like more ... Bobercising or my Nordic Track ... maybe it's not which I like more, but which I loathe less. Dr. T definitely feels the bike is best ... and so it often wins out.  The guy is a genius so I'm thinking he might know a little ... well, maybe.  That's when Matthew stepped in.  As I was fake punching the walls with the best of them, he brought something to my attention.

"You're Dr. T's only patient with Miyoshi, right?

Ummm ... I'm kind of busy here, but ya.

Matthew went on to explain to me that if I'm his only patient and he's sort of the "Big wig" at Mac then how does he know what's going to happen to me.  We got thinking ... now, that's not always a good thing for Matthew and I to do simultaneously, but we did.  Perhaps the Dr. doesn't tell me my future because he's watching me to see what happens.  Matthew pointed out that I might be setting the bar for any future patients he deals with down the road.  I know he has spoken about me at conferences, but I have never thought that much about it.  Ya, so ... no pressure, eh?  In 10 years, a young lady might be coming to him with the same symptoms ... she might be asking all the same questions I'm battling with right now. When will I be in a wheelchair?  Does all this "physio" really make a difference?  How fast does this happen?  Why bother?  What do people see when they see me? *deep sigh* ... I guess it has to be worth something.  Dr. T emailed me a few weeks ago and reminded me of where I would be if I gave up. 

 Where would I be?  I'm not really willing to find out ...


And so I'm off to see him in a week.  Hoping I'm living up to the bar.  Not sure who set the bar.  I never seem to be able to get there, but I won't stop reaching.



Wednesday, May 16, 2012

My fav ...




So loving the organic coconut oil in my smoothies.  Loving the benefits.

Friday, May 4, 2012

Initiative


"Initiative" has been a key word around here lately.  Why you may ask? ...

Last week I was running around trying to get everyone ready for their day. Okay, "running" might not be the best word.  "Fast" is not a good descriptive word for me.  I was however, trying to do a lot of things at one time.  As JJ was sitting on the couch, three words came out of her cherub-like  mouth that stopped me in my tracks.  Words that were like nails on a chalkboard at that moment... "Where's my breakfast?" .. ohhhhhh.  My response? ...."JJ, are you serious?"

I decided that it was a good time to learn some new vocab.  "JJ, do you know what the word initiative means?"  Of course she had no idea what I was talking about after a few failed attempts to pronounce the word.

What followed was a somewhat humourous and empowering conversation as I tried to explain to her the benefits of taking breakfast into her own control.  I told her  I was here to help and answer questions, but that she needed to "start" the process. To her delight, when she "started the process", she ended up with breakfast a lot sooner than what it would have been if she had waited for me.  She also ended up having some control over what she ate. Not a bad deal ...  She still can't pronounce the word, but since this day, she has taken pride in her "big girlness" and has taken initiative in making her own breakfast.  Supervision is definitely necessary, but she's coming.  She's started making her sister's breakfast too.  It warmed my heart this morning when she got Tee a drink and I saw Tee sipping from the drink in JJ's hand.  She has great little lips.  At this rate, I'm going to be out of a job soon. No ... I'm pretty sure I'm still needed around here.


So ... I'm trying to teach my children about initiative, but where do I fall on the "initiative" scale?  Matthew and I are pretty opposite in a lot of things ... women are from Venus ... so they say.  In daily life, I'm usually the one who initiates things.  I'm the one who wants to go out and do something, clean up or start a new project.  I start it with a flurry ... and then there is my darling husband.  He doesn't like to start many projects, but I have never known a more dedicated man who will stick out anything until the bitter end.  No complaining.  We're like a train.  I'm the engine and he's the caboose .... and what a nice caboose he has ;)


But, what happens when you lose initiative?  What happens when you don't know how to start something ... or what you're supposed to do?  How do you take initiative of your own life when you don't know what you want or how to get it?  What happens when you don't know what the next step is?  How do you "start the process"?


I have no idea what my life is going to look like over the next 6 months.  I don't know what my body is going to allow me to do.  I don't know what opportunities I will have as both my children join the "school age" era.  The original plan is slipping away.  That's okay.  Remember, I'm a train ... I can always find the track.  I'm just not sure where the next stop will be or how to start the engine.  Ah, life does have a funny way of moving forward so maybe I'll just hop on board and see where this train is going.

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Super cool person of the week

What?  Two posts in one day?  This is testament to my physical exhaustion and mental awareness as I sit at the computer after a busy day.  Upon looking over my posts, it has become painfully clear to me that I am severely lacking in super coolness.  The super cool person of the week has dwindled to super cool person of the month .... and more recently, super cool person of 2012.  So here you have it ... the super cool person of this week.  This is a tough one.  There has been a lot of super coolness this week among the people I come in contact with on a daily and semi-daily basis.  So, here it is:


Justine Dickey


Justine is my niece.  Now, before you think I'm biased to pick a family member, let me explain.  The first time I met Justine, she was a very young girl with a broken arm.  I was being sized up by a whole clan of Dickeys as Matthew's new girl friend.  I was quickly welcomed into the family which included a very cool little blondie with a great sense of humour.  Justine is no longer the little girl who wore a little white dress and spread rose medals at our wedding.  She's a beautiful young lady with an even crazier sense of humour.  I almost peed my pants when I saw a youtube video with Justine's friends.  They were doing a video project when Justine came bursting out of the bushes shouting, "welcome to Naria!!!"  Again, I must share this warped sense of humour.  Justine makes me laugh every time I see her with her off of the cuff remarks and indescribable dance moves.  Justine, I appreciate you coming to help with our fundraiser this past weekend and I am more than proud to call you my niece.

Truth part 2

After hearing a few comments about my post on truth, I feel like I need to follow up.  Hey, if movies can have sequels then so can I.  Someone said something that was actually a concern for me while I was writing it.  I had it on my mind while I talked about feeling open to answer the question, "how are you?"

There is a lot of concern surrounding the issue of answering the question "how are you?" openly.  If you answer negatively, you appear to be a negative person.  If you always have a bad word ... people will tag you as someone they feel obligated to address. People have come to expect a patent answer.  I think it's important to be able to read people.  Is that person being polite or are they really asking?  No one wants to be the gloomy Gus.  You don't want people to become fearful of asking you that question.  The grocery store may not be the place to start listing off every ailment under the sun.

Sometimes, it is very appropriate to answer, "fine thank you."  Not everyone is in the same place as you at the same time.  Perhaps joyful news would not be appropriate at the time ... perhaps it's not the time to share something.

My point is ... yes, I have a point.  My point is to be available to be used in someone's life.  You never know when you might be used to help someone else.  Perhaps your eye contact or body language has made someone feel that they could open up to you.  Perhaps a kind word was offered at just the right time when someone needed it.  What an honour to be chosen to share something with.

So often I answer with "fine thank you" or even on a particularly outgoing morning, "I'm great thanks!" .  Often I really am doing well!  I am encouraged by my friends, Tee's progress, JJ's accomplishments and a gentle hug by Matthew.  However, there are times I have searched for someone to look in my eyes and take the time.  You just never know who that right person is that understands and can speak the words you needed to hear.  Sometimes, it's really not someone you would have thought of.  Sometimes, a truth you are facing is best met with someone who has been through it, someone who understands it or someone who just happens to have the heart you were looking for.


Maybe there should be two different phrases in the English language for "how are you" ... two phrases that mean the same thing.  Both acceptable in society, but each offering the level of commitment we are investing into the question. 

I'm going to rat some people out right now ...


I'm an optimistic person.  I'd say I have a pretty good life.  There are definitely things I would change, but I like to fancy myself Wonder Woman (thank you Lauren Graham).  Just kidding ... we all have our days.  We all have our struggles.  Here is an example of what I'm talking about ....


One Sunday morning I slipped into church alone.  Tee had been struggling so much and I hated that I was going alone.  The music and my tears seem to form an alliance that would not let me hide the sadness I was feeling.  A lady (hint: she makes really good brownies) came into my row, gave me a hug and sat with me.  She provided the opportunity for me to share.  At that time, I didn't feel the need to talk.  I felt the need to have someone sit beside me.  A tender heart does what it's called to do.


Again, another lady that I don't know very well.  I know enough about her to think she's really kind and gentle.  She felt in her heart that she should pray for me one day.  We ran into each other a week later and she felt compelled to ask out of curiosity.  I felt open to tell her that it had been a very difficult time when she had thought of me.  It really touched me.  She gave me the invitation to call her anytime.  I believe that I could do that.


So, with that being said, I guess it is okay to answer, "fine thank you".