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Standing on the East Coast, pointed toward California, and clicking my heels three times

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Happy Birthday Bunny Girl

Yesterday my baby girl turned eight years old. She is lovely and magical and larger than life.

As her years on earth accumulate, a sense of panic builds in me. She is growing up, stepping away from me and farther out into the world. She still clings to me now, enclosing me in waves of love and need and connectivity. But the time when that diminishes is right around the corner; I can almost see it in my peripheral vision. The intensity of emotion she feels for me will never completely fade, but it will never again be what it is now. I will bear this, but not lightly.

She drives me insane on a daily basis, but she is the brightest spot in my universe. I feel like she was my most profound gift, the one sent to show me the limitlessness of the sky. And now she is eight. A figure eight, a circle that turns round upon itself. Place it on its side and it's a symbol, meaning infinity.
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Thursday, June 25, 2009

Lasts that Last

Today was Matthew's last day of school for the "regular" year (as opposed to the summer session, which begins in two and a half weeks). What a difference a year makes, as last year's last day of school was horrific. He didn't have a placement for the next school year (he'd been given one earlier in the week, when I was told that they'd placed him in the BOCES autism program, then unceremoniously had it taken away the following day when I was informed that that program was full). What should have been a day of closure was instead a day of rushed uncertainty. I had to hustle him out of school with quick goodbyes to the school psychologist who loved him so dearly, feed both kids a hasty lunch, drop Tessa off at a friend's birthday party, and then take Matthew for an interview at the school with the autism program, the one that did not have space for him. I still don't know why they made us go through that, but the psychologist attached to the program set up a meeting with the program teacher, who was very nice, but reiterated that they did not any spots available and actually had several kids on the waiting list.

Today was much better, to cap off a sensationally better year. Matthew enjoyed the pizza lunch, said they had free time all day (he chronicled the great Yu Gi Oh battle he'd won), and he brought home a treasure. It's a photo album the teachers put together and sent home, with pictures of him throughout the year (with cute captions and scrapbook embellishments). The best ones are the one that has the caption "Friends" and shows Matthew laughing with several of his classmates, and a two picture set, the first of which is captioned "All," while the second reads "Smiles," with Matthew smiling broadly in both. The child, for whom school was formerly the site of tragedy, smiling. It's all there, the story of the year.

Today was a little bittersweet for me, because I got to see some of the kids from Matthew's cohort at the "old" school (which of course is still Tessa's school). Today was 5th grade graduation, and they were all dressed up, these kids that Matthew has known since 1st grade, and if things had been different he would have been there with them, moving on.

Instead he's moved on without them, and that's fine, better than fine, because he didn't belong with them. He is where he belongs, a transformation that's built to last.
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Monday, June 22, 2009

Happy Father's Day

The weather did not cooperate yesterday (it's rained 19 of 22 days in the month of June so far! ICK!), so we didn't go to the city as planned. I made tons of hash browns for breakfast and Ross got his presents (from all of us: a much needed new UCLA cap, a tee shirt with quotes from The Big Lebowski, and the new Elvis Costello CD). He got a sweet school-made card from Tessa, and a card and picture frame made by Matthew.

Here's a picture of the picture frame:



Look at that lovely smile on that boy. For the last few years, they couldn't even get him to take a picture at school for class projects. The ones we have from first grade and kindergarten show him grimacing like someone stepped on his foot. But this, this sums up the year for him.
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Saturday, June 20, 2009

Social Butterfly

For people who don't have much of a social life, we are pretty busy these days. Next Friday is Tessa's last day of school (a half day) and she had invitations to two different parties. Curiously enough, she chose the pizza and waterslide party of her friend Rory, who was in her pre-K class but hasn't really been a close friend since then. I would have thought she'd have chosen the "tea party playdate" of her classmate Sofia, the one in which all the girls are going to wear fancy dresses. Tessa is such a mixture of girly girl and non-girly girl, who loves her world "cute" and pink, but loves Pokemon and YuGiOh too.

The following day, next Saturday, will be her own birthday party at Build-A-Bear Workshop. We have 12 kids coming (eeep), with pizza and ice cream to follow. Then at 3:00, we will be going to Matthew's classmate's pool party, which both of my kids are really looking forward to as well.

Today we were supposed to go to a party at another of Matthew's classmates. It was FAR (like 45 miles away), but Matthew was very excited about going. I asked if he knew if a lot of the other kids from class were coming, but the only one he could remember was (of course) Lydia. He thought several other kids had said they were coming, but he knew she was :). We left around 11:00 (the party was to start at 1:00), drove in the rain up to the outlet center that was just a couple of miles from the friend's house, and stopped for lunch. We found our way to the house and Ross remarked (since there were no cars parked in front), "Are we the first ones here?" We got out of the car, Matthew commented a few times that he was nervous (he still has such a hard time dealing with out of the ordinary events), and we walked up the drive.

The dad met us outside with a hesitant look on his face and asked, "Did you not get our message?" Oops, not what you want to hear! It turns out Chris has been sick on and off for awhile, and late this morning he started throwing up, so they decided to call off the party. They had called everyone at about 11:30, but we had already left. The parents felt terrible that we had driven all the way up there, but of course we understood. Ross wanted to go back to the outlet center, since we were up there anyway, so we upset the children further by making them walk in the rain and shop. It was really raining too! Things just worsened from there, as we were stuck in abysmal traffic on the way back, as there had been an accident earlier on the bridge across the Hudson (it took us 40 minutes to go about half a mile at one point). Matthew got very very upset that the traffic was so bad, and that it was "all for nothing" since the party had been cancelled. Strangely enough, this didn't happen till the traffic had actually picked up and we were moving pretty well.

I sure hope the social engagements to come all go better!
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Tuesday, June 16, 2009

In Sickness and In Health

Matthew has been sick, with what seemed very flu-like yesterday (including a 102.8 fever). He's better today.

Yesterday Tessa just could not keep her voice down while Matthew was trying to rest. At one point he fell asleep for a couple of hours, and stumbled out to the living room at about 6:45 in the evening. Tessa was drawing something on the floor, and she yelled really loudly when she saw him. He got very upset, since his head was pounding already, and I got mad at her for being so loud. "I'm sorry," she sniffled, "I was just so excited to see Matthew."

Later he dazedly went to bed again, and he ended up sleeping most of the night. Tessa left a card, which she had apparently been making for him when she yelled so loudly, in his doorway. I pointed it out to him this morning after she left for school. It had a big happy face on the cover, with a cheery "GET WELL SOON!"

Inside it read:

Dear Matthew,

I hope you get well soon.
Your (sic) a great brother.

Love,
Tessa (written in cursive)


She's loud, but she's sweet as pie :).
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Thursday, June 11, 2009

And the Winner Is...

Last Tuesday was Awards Day at Matthew's school, a yearly event. The students each receive two awards, chosen and written for them by their teachers, to reflect both academic and social achievement. They are printed on a lovely certificate, each in an individual envelope. Matthew's awards were:

"Outstanding Excellence in Social Studies: For his insightful conversations regarding social studies topics; for his participation activities and for adding comments based on previous readings."

This one he expected, because Social Studies is his favorite subject. Apparently he was quite thrilled when they announced it, and he went up to one of his teachers and enthused, "I got my Social Studies award!"

He also received:

"Award for Improvement in Communication: For his increasing ability to explain his feelings, both positive and negative, to his teachers without worrying about expressing those feelings."

The progress he's made this year has been so amazing. He actually will say how he feels about things, even things that are upsetting. One development that I've found astounding is that on a couple of occasions, he's told his therapist about something he was too hesitant to broach with me, and asked her if she would call me to tell me about it.

It all reminds me of The Wizard of Oz, when each of Dorothy's companions receives an award for accomplishing the things that were the hardest things in the world for them to do. They found the means within themselves, and stretched farther than any of them would have thought possible.

Just like Matthew.
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Saturday, June 06, 2009

Space Oddity

Ross was flipping channels the other night, and came upon 2001: A Space Odyssey. I've seen it many times before, and always found it visually interesting, but kind of tedious (I'm sure it's better on the big screen, and probably much more entertaining while stoned). (Speaking of the movie on the big screen, one of my favorite stories was told by a friend who saw it in the theater when it first came out. In the middle of the movie, someone threw a shoe at the screen, tearing a big hole in it. Immediately the lights came up and they locked all the exits. The audience had to file out one by one, after it had been determined that each person did indeed possess two shoes. And they never caught the person, which begs the question: did the culprit come prepared with an extra shoe? In any case, our friend was just annoyed that he never got to see the rest of the movie!)

Anyway, I've been saying for years that I need to read the book, because there's too much in the movie I don't fully get (as Rock Hudson said as he stormed out of the premiere, "Can someone tell me what the hell that was all about?" :D). I think part of it is the ways in which images from the movie have become so iconic (the episode of the Simpsons in which Homer's movements exactly parallel those of the man-ape from the beginning of 2001 is a classic). Certain themes have become iconic too, particularly the idea of a computer becoming aware and turning against its users. But that wasn't what the movie was all about, and I kind of wanted to see what it was all about.

So I went ahead and read it yesterday :). And boy, talk about a whole different experience. It's not that the storylines were all that different (though in the book the ship goes on to Saturn after swinging by Jupiter), but the level of explanation was just exponentially greater. Not that is necessarily a fault with the movie, because it was more about visual expansiveness than storyline, but I'm a word person more than an image person. I also find some of the visuals in the movie distracting, since they are so dated (space stewardesses looking like Pan Am stewardesses of the 60s always bugs me).

Next year will be 2010, the year of the first sequel. 2010 was the first movie Ross and I ever saw together (before we were a couple) and the thing I always remembered most from the film was the fact that the main character had a pool in his living room with a dolphin in it. I have often said, "It's almost 2010. Where's my dolphin??"

I like themes of humankind's place in the universe. It's so easy to get mired down in the mundane, since ultimately that is what is important to each person in his/her daily life. But every once in a while we can look up at the night sky and say, "It's full of stars."
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