Today is my birthday and I am 46...how did that happen?I always thought it would feel older to be 46.
My memories are not that old are they?
I still remember when I was in high school on the edge of 17...
the same age my oldest child is now!!
I still remember the unwelcome zit coming on my nose
just when I had a big event in junior high...
the same as my second oldest child is experiencing now!!
I remember the pure carefree joy of playing on the playground
at school in second grade with my friends...
the same as my youngest child!!
Yep! I still feel young...except for one big difference=
responsibility.
I wish I could go back to the responsibilities of my youth.
I would do that trade any old day!!!!
Because with adulthood and parenthood comes the worry that is attached to responsibility, from which you can not run away. Just as you can not run away from the years making you get one year older each year...at least in number!!
I am endlessly harping at my kids to enjoy the sense that their biggest responsibility is getting their homework done. Wouldn't we all, as adults, wish we could go back to that being our ONLY true responsibility??!
This is me with Mark, one of my big brothers. My protector, my hero.He grew up to be a firefighter and deep sea diver and water rescue EMT!
I am not quite sure what I grew up to be.
I wear many hats these days.
I help other people each and every day. My own family, my extended family, my friends and neighbors and family of friends, and at school, too.
I think I get lost in it all and don't take care of me.
Oh, I wash and eat and drink and sleep but that is about it. I do what I have to do each day for myself and not what I want to do. When I sneak in a minute of want here or there I am behind in what I need to do. I am hopelessly "a helper" to all but myself. I am told by many it is in my power to change all that.
That may be true, but there are chapters in life that dictate how things must play out.
I am currently in the middle of one of those long chapters in life. The kind when you keep trying to peek ahead a few pages to see if this chapter is ever going to end so you can start a new chapter (not unlike a blog post that runs on and on, bear with me as I rant). I can't turn the pages any faster no matter how hard I may try. The chapter will still be just as long and difficult to read.
I used to write on my blog frequently about my special needs daughter (my oldest child) and her mental health/brain disabilities, if only to be my own best counselor and let off some of the frustration. Then somewhere along the line I pulled most of those posts off my blog and have saved them in draft mode.
The effort it takes to keep the daily struggles with her to myself, inside, bottled up... some days I feel like a shaken up pop bottle building up pressure. You're asking- do I get professional counseling and help with dealing with her? Yes, for years and years! But when it really boils down to real everyday life and those around us, no one wants to hear it over and over again. They're sick of hearing it. I know that. Not many people understand it. "Can't she just stop? Won't she just grow out of it?",
is what many say... or think, if they are not saying it.
I don't care what anyone says...society has not made enough strides toward unstigmatising mental health issues.
So among my many hats I wear, my full time hat is that of advocate for my daughter. It is stacked on the very top of all the other hats I wear each and every day.
Underneath all of them is Amy - somewhere.
But TODAY I will put on my party hat under all the rest. And pretend for this one day that the advocate hat on the very top does not scare me to death and make me lose sleep and want to run away. But remember, want is always overshadowed by what I need to do.



Some people think of New Year's Day as the beginning of their new year. They have hopes, dreams and goals for the coming year.I have always felt that way about my birthday.
So as I ponder my possible hopes and dreams and goals for this coming year, I will enjoy these absolutely gorgeous flowers that Suzette had delivered to my house yesterday. A true bright spot and happy surprise as the delivery man caught me while I was just leaving out the door to cope with another stressful day.
I will enjoy my cake that my sweet William brought home from the bakery that I requested. And I DID enjoy the dinner out last night. French onion soup, broiled trout, baked potato, and we shared onion rings.
Here's a funny story. Before we left for the restaurant, my sweet William said when he made the weekly deposit at the bank he should have kept more cash out of his check for going out to eat. When the bill came after dinner we owed a grand total of $2.33 for our two dinners!! We had used two gift cards towards the total and made out quite nicely. I should have ordered 2 lobster tails, don't ya think??!!