My goal this summer is to organize my own webspace. Not just a blog I hardly update, but to actually have a small plot on the information superhighway again. There may be more changes coming folks, but this time I will not give myself a timeline to fear. It will happen organically.
My mother is out of town for the weekend, which makes celebrating Mother’s Day less expensive but very difficult. I’m actually very happy that she is with my grandmother (her mother) since they rarely see each other as it is, and at 93 every holiday is more precious. I’m glad that my mother is doing something for herself for a change. I don’t think she knew how much her life changed because of me, but I don’t think she would have done anything different either.
When my mother was pregnant, she was surrounded by supportive friends. When I was born, they were oooh-ing and aaah-ing like the best of them. When I was diagnosed with a neurological disorder, the majority of them disappeared. I don’t think I hate them for what they did, but I definitely do not understand why it seemed like a good idea to abandon someone who is obviously going through a permanent life change. Anyway, my post isn’t about those all-stars, this is about my mother. When I exceeded the schools I was placed in, she fought to have me mainstreamed. When I was mainstreamed, she fought for me to have all the same things the rest of the kids had. My mother fought for me to have my own say in my life, whether right or wrong. She didn’t take crap from anybody and was never a victim to the system. She taught me to be my own advocate and to live how I want. I learned the value of research and having an open mind as well as an open heart. My mother made me a better person.
I pity the bandwagon for not witnessing the inner strength and dedication my mother had (and still has), the pure tenacity and drive, and the compassion of a saint. It’s their loss. She is a marvelous person and I suppose in hindsight it’s better to not have scrubs pulling her down so she could rise above them.
Thank you to those who supported my mother when she was down, and for being there for her. She is one of the most amazing people in my life, and I can only hope to be half of the tornado she is.
My work iMac is up and running and so is my tablet. I celebrate with a sketch.
I have this unusual knack for cultivating and nurturing an overactive imagination. Not just overactive, but far reaching and symbiotic with true reality. I have been working on this skill since I was a child to combat negativity and stress, and it really does pay off. I sometimes do this to help me get to sleep.
-my student employees
Near final print of the graduation announcement front. Heading out to a craft store right after work to get some watercolor paper. I am really excited!
Further progress. I ordered my watercolors, brushes and masking fluid yesterday. Yes I am missing a building, some flags, and a piñata.
A new direction for the graduation announcements.
