I think I gained 10 pounds just by looking at that thing. But Oh My God! it was delicious and oh so appreciated. Kind of like a big old helping of soul soothing chocolate morphine. Thanks to everyone who helped make that afternoon so special. I needed it!
I've already posted about my birthday morning surprise of the horrifying Terror Eyes. My day got better from there luckily. The family took such good care of me. They lovingly delivered my favorite lattes to my
We dined on take-out Indian food, yum, and had our own little private birthday celebration. They gifted me with beauty, comfort and sweet music. Jon gave me this absolutely stunning necklace that I can't wait to actually get out and wear.
Conor gave me one of my very favorite gifts-SOCKS! I just love really nice socks, don't you? And Qacei came through with the soundtrack to Juno. Gee, how did she ever know I would want that? All in all, a good day.
But as often happens, the joy was tempered with some more difficult moments as well. Donna was not able to join us as she's still in the hospital recovering from pneumonia. She's seems to be on the mend (THANK YOU for all of your good wishes) and we spent a lot of time together laughing with her in her hospital room. But you know we all wished she could have been out and about and raising hell with the best of them. Soon, though. Soon.
Part 2 of my "Things That I Wish Could Have Gone Better" this weekend involved the tangled web of relationships, families, groups and our children. It's left me thinking a lot about what it means to really support and respect our kids. It's been hard for me, but I've come to understand that sometimes doing what is right for our own kids is all we can do. And unfortunately what is right for one person's child may be exactly wrong for another's. And sometimes, we just have to let that Be.
Qacei's specific needs have changed over the years, but the basics have remained the same. She needs me to listen to her. She needs me to believe in her. She needs me to create a safe space for her to work through both joy and pain. Once again I have had to request that friends give her that space. I've had to advocate for her and in the process I probably hurt some feelings. That part sucks. But advocating for my kids is a big part of being an unschooling parent. This isn't the first time and it won't be the last. Because have I mentioned it lately? This is one of the coolest people I have ever met and I HAVE to be there for her.
Hopefully friends will get through the muck of hurt feelings. But if not, I understand that they too will do what is right for their own families. And for that, I honor them.