Monthly Archives: March 2015

Compassion on, my friends, compassion on

I try not to share my friend’s personal lives here on my blog. Try and fail often. But this story is too good not to share. Yesterday a great friend posted this on Facebook (edited slightly for privacy):

Hey …who is feeling generous? I run a program at a local homeless shelter. Every Christmas and Thanksgiving this place, like many others, is inundated with donations….but who thinks about Easter? The shelter says the Easter Bunny does not visit them So – Here goes…I’m putting together 9 Easter Baskets for the children that live there (8 kids under 5 and one newborn). I will be delivering these baskets Saturday night…what I need is the following:

16 chocolate bunnies – all the same (8 moms, 8 kids), 8 bubble-type toys – all the same…drip/spill free would be great, 8 plush bunnies – at least all the same size , 9 packages Easter Grass , 4 rolls of cellophane, 1-2 pair baby “rattle” socks, 2-3 infant toys (nothing big), 9 board books, 2-3 bags individually wrapped assorted candy that will fit in plastic eggs, 6 set fairy wings (dollar store has them), 2 toddler size nerf footballs (dollar store has them), Baby Shampoo/Baby Wash and Baby Wipes

Please either comment here or pm me if you’d like to help. I’d like to get this all together by Thursday/Friday. Thanks in advance!

Now why am I sharing this? One because this Facebook group is beyond incredible. The list above was filled within 15 minutes of my friend’s outreach. In addition to the above, cash donations were made and offers to cook/provide Easter dinner were offered. But more importantly it served to remind myself and others that compassion, empathy and generosity does exist in the world.

Each fall/winter shelters are inundated with donations of food, clothing, toys and gift cards/cash. Yet homelessness doesn’t just happen in the holiday season. It happens on Mother/Father’s’s day, Valentine’s day, the Fourth of July and today.

Sadly, it will happen tomorrow as well.

Yet we can help. More importantly we want to help. My friend Michelle participated in random acts of kindness in celebration of World Down Syndrome day. My neighbor above had a small social group of townies participate in making sure the Easter bunny arrives at the local shelter. Kindness does exist in small forms and extravagant gestures.

Today I want to ask that you help make sure the Easter bunny does not miss a child in a homeless shelter. Drop off a basket, drop off a bunny (stuffed, not alive) to a local shelter or speak to your school nurse and ask if there is a family in need you can help. Get your PTA involved; get your kids involved, your neighbors or your friends. Contact a shelter and ask what is needed. Post it on Facebook and be amazed at the results. It doesn’t have to be much, it could just be a baked treat or a ham or a stuffed bunny or a package of bubbles but your generosity will spread good.

And spreading good? That’s what matters.

To find a shelter near you, please check out this website.

On learning to see the person first

It took having a second child for me to understand that disability did not mean inability. I am guilty, like many others, of seeing the chair before the person in it. I would look at those with a disability and not see the person first.

After my second daughter was born my definition of disability was reborn. This wasn’t a child to be pitied or thought to be unable.  This child could accomplish anything she set her mind to, whether it was walking or climbing up the wrong side of the stairs. She would defy doctors and our own expectations too often for us to begin putting limits on her ability. I wanted everyone to see Bridget, not the things that set her apart from her peers.

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TBT–Run like you are in the ghetto

Throw Back Thursday, blog style. This post was originally published on August 15, 2013. (Proving that we do learn from our mistakes, we have never run this particular race again!)

Over the weekend we visited David’s cousins in Vermont. It was a gorgeous weekend and since I like messing with my husband I signed him up for a 5k without warning him. Continue reading

Today matters

Bridget has never obtained her milestones on time. There are some milestones we will never be able to record. Rather than dwell on those unattainable moments, I focus on the unique to Bridget milestones. Ones we never expected and the ones she worked so hard to accomplish.

Last week we had an epic milestone. Well, three milestones wrapped into a big one. Continue reading

Taking chances

Saturday was the first rehearsal for Listen to Your Mother. Let’s just say I was beyond nervous. I was up at the butt crack of dawn to make the snowy drive into the city. Snow, the second day of Spring and it was freaking snowing. Although at this point I would be more surprised if it hadn’t been snowing! Continue reading

I already hate Kindergarten

**Warning Rant Ahead****

Bridget started in a Montessori daycare within her first few months of life. Before we knew that our fragile daughter would soon become a ‘special’ child.

176Transitioning at age three to an integrated preschool was difficult. She was nurtured at Montessori, they accepted her for where she was at her developmental age and they encouraged her growth. There were no labels, there were no educational plans or processes. She was just Bridget. I was so nervous the first day of preschool. I felt like I was leaving my baby, the one who had so many struggles, in a cold classroom. I wasn’t ready. She was, thankfully, more than ready to spread her wings.  Continue reading

St. Patrick’s Day

St. Patrick’s Day, I have to admit, second only to Margarita day  is my favorite made-up adult holiday ever. I look forward to it every year. Honestly, after suffering through back to school shopping, finding a Halloween costume, play dates, kids birthday parties, surviving the freaking Elf and having to make Valentines that St. Patrick’s day is kind of my reward. Continue reading