Wordful Wednesday: Why? Just why?

As summer winds down we are trying to cram so much into every single day. I had so many grand ideas of things to post today but my computer died last week and I haven’t gotten back to editing photos yet. Besides the fact that while me and my two incredible kids are busy living, laughing, loving and just being, there are families out there suffering so much.

I just can’t stop thinking about how fortunate we are for what we have. Or how unfortunate and shitty some people have it.

My awesome friend Alex lost her home to arson earlier this summer. This sweet sweet mama and her family lost everything but the clothes on their backs. Thankfully Alex, Scott and Bella are safe and sheltered and looking for a new home. After our house flood and simultaneous miscarriage I thought life would never be the same. But I was astounded by the rallying of our loved ones around us.

And this situation is much the same. Our incredible Crunchy Momma community here in Lansing pulled together and organized clothes, food, toiletries, gas cards, cell phones and toys. Showering Alex with donations within hours. It is inspiring how much we pulled together.

Despite living with family (SO much like our situation) they are living their lives and looking for a home and moving forward. They are sad and still shaken but so very strong. If you want to help the Schroeder family move into their own home check out their YouCaring site HERE.

I’m so proud of how strong Alex has been through all of this. Because what is a mother without strength?

Strength defines Diana Stone. Many of you have read her blog Hormonal Imbalances or followed her pregnancy on Babble. She was one of the first blogs I followed. She encouraged me to write more and helped me through some rough times and always, always took the time to respond to me and send emails and answer my questions.

And now, after losing her twin sons at just over 19 weeks old in May 2012, she is fighting for the life of her 2 week old son Kaden.

All I can even summon right now is the question “Why?”

Why is this happening to her? Why again? Didn’t she suffer enough when she lost her boys?

It’s not fair. It’s bullshit. It makes me angry.

I am not a Christian like Diana. In fact I don’t subscribe to any one form of religion. But I believe in a higher consciousness. A human connection. The power of so many minds and souls focusing on one thing has the ability to make a change. I truly believe that prayer can work.

And so I pray. Begging pleading cries into the universe for this child.

Prayers for this child whose heart isn’t working because of a random virus. Totally undetectable. Totally unpredictable. Totally random. It could have happened to any of our children. But it happened to Diana.

And this is where her incredible strength will be tested to it’s absolute limits. I pray the most for her to have the strength to make the tough calls and to fight for her son no matter what.

She showed that strength when she fought for Preston and Julian. She showed that strength when she went home and went back to mothering her Bella the best way she knew how. And she shows it now, as she pumps every day in hopes of giving her son a few precious drops of liquid gold. As she watches him undergo procedures and tests and tubes and IVs.

I don’t know that we can ever understand why illness and disability strikes one family and not another. Why when it rains it insists on pouring. But I do know that we are damn lucky to have two healthy little girls.

Whatever your faith, or lack there of, please spend a couple moments thinking about this family. They could use all the help they can get.

Or if giving is more your way of showing concern please consider donating to their YouCaring fundraiser HERE. They are out of their home, away from their daughter and without any end in sight for Kaden’s hospital stay. Every penny helps them to stay close to their son and hopefully move the entire family closer to the hospital.

I can’t imagine watching my baby through an isolette. I can’t imagine being hundreds of miles away from my daughter. I can’t imagine not knowing if my baby’s heart was going to give out. It’s devastating just to think about.

Diana, Sam, Bella, Preston, Julian and Kaden. You are all in my heart and I am praying for you each and every day. Hoping for better news for all of you soon.

 

Wordful Wednesday: The Doctor is In

Part of our attempts at Preschool at Home is to work on some imaginative play and following Cedella’s interests.

Well lately? She’s been interested in all things ‘Doctor’ related. Every time we go to Anna’s house to play she finds the Doctor set and drags it around the house.

Somewhere in our house she found a stethoscope and worn it around her neck all day. So I gathered some bits and pieces of Doctor gear around our house and I built her a little kit and set up a Doctor’s appointment for her Baby Doll. And yes, this doll is called Baby Doll.

I set up all her Doctor gear: glasses, stethoscope, thermometer and script pad. And her new computer. Because, as she reminded me, all Doctors have computers. Which is so very very true.

But really, she just wanted to include her computer in this game. This computer is the coolest thing she’s ever seen. And she tap tap taps away, just like her Mom. She may have officially gone over to the Tech Side of things. Thanks Grandma Becky!

When Baby Doll was ready she listened to her heart.

And took her blood pressure. Which she insisted that she was different even though she did the same thing.

And then she had to type everything into her computer.

When she was done taking her notes she wrote Baby Doll a prescription for a nap. Seriously. She said Baby Doll needed to rest so she could feel better. Smart kid. Wish she would follow her own advice sometimes.

It was so much fun to watch her imagine her way through this ‘appointment’. She created problems and talked through them. When she was playing with the computer she kept telling me to stop taking pictures so she could ‘do work’. I love that she wants to ‘do work’. And when she finally prescribed Baby Doll some rest, Cedella gently tucked the doll into her own bed, kissed the dolly forehead and tell her everything would be alright.

So it was no surprise that a few days later when we visited her BFF Anna that once again the Doctor kit came out. Only this time? It was Princess Doctor. And it was FABULOUS.

Anna said she had a tummy ache, so Doctor Cedella listened to her stomach to hear what was wrong.

Then she gave Anna a shot to make her feel better.

I think they both enjoyed it, huh?

Have you ever stopped to just watch your kids play? I say that because I never really had. Not without interfering in some way. But when she was playing Doctor by herself, Izzie was sleeping and I just sat back and took an occasional picture and watched her.

Slowing down for a moment and just really watching her imagine and play was pretty incredible.

Everything is so new and fresh and unique to her. Seeing things for the first time through her eyes is amazing.

To us grown-ups playing Doctor means to do simple tasks like checking your heart, giving shots or typing notes on a computer. (*Or something dirty. But please, we’re talking about little kids here. Let’s keep our minds out of the gutter.)

But for her it meant more than that. It meant taking care of Baby Doll, and making sure Baby Doll knew everything was ok.

My girl has the most unbelievable sense of compassionate and empathy.

Whenever another child cries or gets hurt she becomes very quiet and focuses on  figuring out what went wrong and how she can help them. And while I will gladly take some credit for teaching her to care for others, her intense connection to making others feel better is all her own.

Maybe Monk will grow up to be a Doctor. Maybe she’ll be an Artist. Or even the President. That is not important to me. What I hope is that she will grow up to be a kind, smart, confident and compassionate person.

And I think she is already on that path.

How do you instill the values of compassion, kindness and caring in your children? How do you use imaginative play in your house?

Happy Wordless/Wordful Wednesday to you all!!