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I am a below knee amputee. More importantly, I am also Mommy to two boys, a very active 10 year old (Robby) and an mischievous toddler (Timmy). I have learned that being a parent with a disability can create some unusual and sometimes humorous situations. This blogger is available for hire! Let's talk and learn how a blog can expand your business.

Friday, April 16, 2021

Homeward Bound (again)

The rain finally let up, allowing Timmy and I to play outside. I continue to be amazed by how being outside lifts my mood. Timmy had a blast rollerskating up and down the road, giggling as he rolled over the bumps and sped down the hills. It is so hard to feel overwhelmed when I am surrounded by his squeals and smiles. 

It has been a long week, and I'm  glad that it is Friday. My Mom's birthday is Monday, so the boys and I are headed up to visit with her for a few days. After a year apart, I'm overwhelmed with gratitude that we can resume our visits. Thank goodness for our vaccinations!

We don't have any great plans with my Mom, but it will be nice to just hang out and relax. I think she has some projects around the house and yard that she wants help completing. I really don't care what we do, I'm just glad that we are able to get together again.


Thursday, April 15, 2021

Boots

I am not somebody who becomes excited by shoes. Even when I had two biological feet, shoes were merely something that I slipped on to protect my feet. I had friends who were borderline shoe addicts, stashing new styles and colors into their closets as if they were treasures. I tended to kick my shoes off at the bottom of the stairs so I knew where they were in the morning. Style and fashion had little to do with my choices. Since I became an amputee, my utilitarian perspective towards footwear has only exacerbated. 

Imagine my surprise last night when I found myself giddy over a pair of boots. These aren't any boot, they are the new Ariat EZ Zip boots. Instead of using shoe horns, plastic bags and an assortment of tools to cramp my prosthesis into unforgiving footwear, these boots were designed specifically for amputees. 

I have given up on wearing boots more than twenty years ago. I have one boot that I wear in the snow to protect my biological foot, but it has been too frustrating to try to get the match onto my prosthesis. I love the idea of wearing matching shoes in the snow and bad weather.

Perhaps more than just matching in the snow, I love the idea that I can match my boot-loving boys!

Wednesday, April 14, 2021

Bad Mood

Well, I'm hoping that today is better because yesterday was certainly not my best. It wasn't a bad day, per se, but I definitely was not the Mom that my kiddos deserve. I felt myself on edge all day, and in retrospect I was probably less patient than normal. 

I struggled all day to maintain my composure. I smiled and tried to be calm, but inside I felt like hiding in the tree house while eating ice cream sandwiches. I think sometimes we all need a break, and yesterday must have been my day. 

With social distancing, I haven't really had a break in over a year. When I hear about my friends going out and resuming their lives, I feel twangs of jealousy that make me uncomfortable. I don't begrudge their happiness, but I also know that relaxing protocols to that degree is not feasible because of Timmy. I think I'm just feeling claustrophobic in my own house.

There was nothing that set me off or put me in a sour mood. I just didn't feel like myself all day. Hopefully today will be better, because I don't like feeling that edgy!

Tuesday, April 13, 2021

Milestone

Gulp.  Yesterday was a big day for my not-so-little Koopa. Last night he shaved for the first time. His shaving has morphed into a family affair.  From thoroughly investigating the best electric razors for teens to a special father and son excursion to pick out his own shaving cream, we have tried to embrace this milestone as a coming of age event. 

It is strange to think of my sweet little boy as needing to shave. As if his 5'11 inch frame isn't enough of a clue, is emerging mustache and sprouting beard serve as constant reminders that he is growing up. I really wish I could freeze time. But since I can't stop him from growing up, I plan to fully enjoy every phase and experience. Last night, it was shaving.

Other than some technical issues with the razor, the "event" went off without a hitch. Robby didn't have any nicks and felt both comfortable and confident with the experience. Even though it felt surreal to watch him shave, seeing him clean shaven felt comforting. With the facial hair gone, it is easier to see my little boy.



Monday, April 12, 2021

Iron Curtain

My teen who typically hates getting up early and is grump before 11 woke up at 8, and smiling from ear to ear when he met me in the kitchen on Friday. After a three week hiatus, his enrichment classes were resuming. My goodness he has missed his friends. Although they have remained connected through VR chat and text messages, nothing can replace the in-person experience. 

I love witnessing his enthusiasm for his classes and his friends. We spent the drive to school reviewing his classes and working out a plan for Russian domination. On his last class before break, Robby was elected as the head of the KGB in his Cold War Role Play game. He spent the break researching his options and developing a plan to spread the propaganda across the globe. 

I'm sure that our dinner conversations would sound odd if other people were listening. (Thankfully, we are still social distancing so there was no risk of eavesdropping.) Talking about snuffing out the CIA and expanding the iron curtain have monopolized our conversations during break. I never thought that we would be rooting for communism, but here I am, living the dream.  

Before the emails start flying towards me, we had no control over which side of the conflict was assigned to Robby's class. The luck of the draw assigned the Russians to Robby's section and the Americans were assigned to the virtual class. The two sections compete against each other in a game of strategy and espionage, using the Cold War as the backdrop for the experience.

His weeks of strategizing paid off. When I picked up Robby from class Friday afternoon, he almost ran to the car. He recounted the successes of the messages and his strategies for the remainder of the drive. I love seeing this kiddo so happy!