Scrooge is Leaving!!!!

 

It’s funny how little things count.

Putting more emphasis on Christmas and being more deliberate is really working for me.

Take for example what I am wearing. A shiny purple skirt, a red silly top and a glittery red sweater. Sounds atrocious no? It isn’t ..I have been told countless times today it is adorable.

We had a Christmas feast today at work that was served free to all employees (yes I work for an amazing and generous company) and there was Christmas music in the background. And I noticed it! And I actually listened to it! Last night on the way home from work I found myself humming a Christmas Carol. OMG.

I liked doing our X-mas baking (and not delivering it). I enjoyed doing the 25 cards I wrote of gratitude to people who have really helped our family this year (instead of the 1000 that can be sent if I send to all) and I have loved picking out cute America Eagle underwear for my sons and girlie gifts for my girl. I am actually looking forward to building our gingerbread house on the weekend and don’t indend to use Crazy Glue on it to keep it together.

I did not buy Bear Bieber Fever boxers this season so hopefully he will not run away like last year.

I like wearing sparkly eye shadow for the festive season and I especially enjoy hiding Snowballs at the end of the day (most days of the week).

who the hell am I?

I think I am officially enjoying the lead up to Christmas this year more than other years! Hallelujah. It’s a miracle!

We are taping a bunch of TV x-mas specials on TV and I am finally feeling as of last night that I can catch my breathe (a bit) at home and work. I feel like I have run a marathon and coming close to the finishing line (until the next crisis). I might even take a little walk tomorrow morning at 6am.

So I still find it odd to watch a show with Michael Bubble talking to Elmo but it has a heartwarming element to it too. I can see that. I still think it is a bit weird how people send gifts and cards to people they gossip about and talk behind their backs for the rest of the year, I still think Christmas is WAY too commercial. I am still bored to bits by reading blogs of stay at home Moms and what Christmas crafts and books they recommend…BUT……I am enjoying leading up to the holidays more than other years for whatever reason.

I am especially going to enjoy being on vacation at the cottage for 2 weeks. Yahoo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And the best part? I think it makes Christmas more fun for my kids and when I think that within 5-10 yrs I might have nasty girlfriends and boyfriends and daughter in laws sitting at our Christmas table hogging MY children and our family time…I better make Christmas as pleasant as can be for the years I have them for myselfJ)

 

 

 

 

Oxygen

I was never much of a hugger as a kid.

My Mom was until I turned about 13 and started rejecting her affection outwardly. So she stopped hugging me for a number of years and I noticed it a lot as a teen. It was something I did not want, but also wanted very much on many levels.

As adult both of us are somewhat huggers yet again and have found the perfect balance. I am so happy about this.

In general I would not consider myself a physically affectionate person necessarily but certainly affectionate in an emotional and verbal way. What I have noticed lately though is that my body needs hugging and so does my mind. I need to give it and to receive it. Whether it is a real hug or a warm word, or a tender caring thought. It makes me feel good to give and to get from the ones around me I love.

These last two weeks when I can honestly say I have been the world biggest bitch to my family just because I have so much on my plate right now. Each time I stop and take a moment and cuddle, or tuck them in, or kiss my husband goodbye or anything else; I feel like oxygen has made its way back to my lungs.

I wish that these things were more habitual for me, more natural and that I did not have to remind myself to give or receive affection. But in the end I think the most successful people are those who not only play on their strengths but on their weaknesses too. Those who freely put themselves out of their comfort zones for their long term comfort.

So as you go through this busy holiday season reflect for a moment on what brings you joy and act on that. Even if you really have no time to do so. And sit back and enjoy the happiness it is sure to bring you. And to be aware not only of what we ourselves need, but what the others around us may need from us. And to start looking at speaking a love language that is different than our own and maybe not perfecting it but at least becoming fluent in it.

Todays Grateful Feelings

It’s funny how when you look for gratitude it is all over the place.

Most of my blog labels lately include the label “gratitude” because more than anything I feel grateful; more grateful than stressed, more grateful than pissed off and more grateful than overwhelmed.

Today I felt grateful for 3 things in particular:

1-For Snowbalz our elf. Today we needed a bit of Christmas cheer amongst the Christmas chaos and he provided that for us. I hid him on our ceiling fan in our room with a few chocolates and a congrats note for a great mark Chase got in a subject that was in dire need of some uplifting marks. The kids were so excited and had a really hard time finding him. He was full of dust when he came off and I told my husband when he came home tonight. Maybe instead of chatting about it I should have dusted the fan off? Or the elf? Oh well!!! Protecting my time I am!

 

2-For my sister Savvy and our conversations. I love our talks and our catch ups. I love her. I love that our minds and ideas and thoughts are so similar. I love our friendships and the way it often picks me up on Monday mornings-a popular time for us to speak on phone. I am grateful to share my life with this girl and to share in hers. I am grateful that our friendship grows in the direction of us as individuals and Moms and career women

3-For my son taking me out on a date and paying!!! A completely unexpected text at end of day today asking me if I could pls find it in my heart and schedule to pick him up from his activity after school. Followed by an invitation to Thai-Express where he was paying!!!!! Wohoo-my guy is growing up. He made a rare deposit into his bank account because he has collected every can in this house for the last 6 months and counted them and took them in. And he used some debit card to treat me. He said he wanted to have a lift, had a craving for a soup bowl, wanted to treat me and wanted to spend time with me. Awww………..

 

 

So that’s it for gratitude today among many other things and people but these were making it onto my blog specifically.

 

 

 

 

Commitment to Protect Time.

In general I am a hyper- organized person. In the mental way. In the physical space less so, although I probably fall somewhere around the average.

However although I am super organized in terms of time management, I have realized that there is an element I really need to improve on and have realized that many around me have more success than I do in this area.

It is the discipline to on a constant basis protect time. To know what your limits are, to know what you can take on and what you cannot, to allow space before and after projects and events to prepare and clean up. To make space to ensure that you are not running around like a chicken without a head from one activity to another.

To ensure that there is always pleasure in pleasurable experiences.

And I do this very, very often. I thought I was really good at it…but I realize others around me are better. And I want to get that way too.

Everyone around me seems to have it down pat . We host many events at our cottage and they all seem to say “We need to leave early afternoon in order to get organized for the week and get our laundry done” or “we will stay in a hotel on the way up to break up our trip because arriving late at night the kids are too tired” Or we did not have time to prepare a meal  to contribute to the potluck so will be buying dinner for all it has been a hectic week”

This I admire and I often can’t get our acts together to do the same. We do it all. We get it all done. We fit in everything for leisure for work. Always. But we are starting to realize that we are paying the personal cost and it is hurting.

Arriving at cottage at midnight and often having guests arrive shortly after. Not anymore! Enjoying the lake until 8pm on a Sunday and then rushing through dinner and driving and arriving back home exhausted and spent the house a disaster. No more! We are setting some clear limits in 2013 and sticking to them.

My husband approached me this week as he is feeling the stress and we had a big talk about what is working and what is not in last few weeks. We have barely had a chance to see each other or speak and no quality time for our kids. We have to get back on track. So we sat down and made a whole bunch of rules that we all are going to stick to without exception long term and a whole lot of things that we looked at and cut out.

Example of cutting out:

We cancelled our professional photo shoot next week

We decided no Christmas cards being sent

We cancelled a friend weekend at the cottage we had planned for the winter

We decided to show up at ski competition practice 1-2 hrs late every time (considering it is every Sat and Sun all day and every day of Christmas break this is reasonable)

We decided that we are Christmas baking this year but not giving it out and delivering it to family and friends as we usually do (sorry!!)

We decided that most nights we will hide an elf but if we are too tired then so what

Examples of longer term simplification:

When we have friends and family at cottage we are not giving out the bigger kids rooms to sleep in as means to much switching around clothing, beds changing etc…

We are committing to a certain time to leave the cottage at night and sticking to it

We are never having guests arrive late at night at home or cottage

We are skipping ski team practices if we feel us or the kids need a break

We are never planning more than 1 night out socially per week Mon-Thursday

We are getting a second pull out couch for the basement at cottage to accommodate more people on the lower level so everyone is in one space

We are still having the same amount of leisure be we love it in our lives but ensuring that there is always appropriate time to set up, clean up and enjoy it to the fullest

We are sitting by the fire and doing just absolutely nothing or at least a few hours every weekend

We are hiring more help for the next 6 yrs. to help with season transitions at cottage until all kids through majority of high school.

So just a few examples and I am excited to stick to them and many more. I see so many others around this getting this right for them and their families around me and they seemed to be lately anyways more relaxed than I am and in control of their time. It’s hard for me to say no sometimes..especially when there are things we love doing, but I am realizing that while others have that extra time to do laundry and planning for it, I am doing  mine at 1am and being exhausted for the rest of their week because of it.

I need to set my limits. To protect my time and family time. I need to be less tempted by the things and people I love. I need to grow up and provide my kids a good example. I mean who starts an evening at 11pm? That is just plain silly. With pleasure comes responsibility and it’s time to start fitting that into our pleasurable times.

It’s time to take time management to a new level. And although I think I have mastered it on many levels; it’s now time to perfect it.

If you any ideas for me please let me know?                  

 

 

 

A New Lens to Look Through

I know I read somewhere that the Chinese word for crisis is made up of two words: challenge and opportunity.

And as I get older and wiser and start looking through a different lens than I used to-I feel myself believing in this.

Mom..I have something very important to talk to you and Dad about…I need to talk to you. Can we make some time to go out for “coffee” the three of us?

Yes of course. At this point I am extremely impressed with my older son. Extremely. It felt like everything we have taught him about openness, communication, trusting us was finally seeping in.

Because we were away for 2 more days…we set a date for the day after we got back from travelling. We held our breathe and although very curious and a bit anxious about the news….we also did everything all the books taught us and just shut our mouths and carried on. No asking to speak prior, no probing. Nothing.

Mom and Dad…..I want to be tested for ADHD. I think I have it. Something has been wrong and it’s getting worse and worse. I can’t focus. I can’t concentrate. I can’t focus when the teacher speaks. I can’t stop myself from bothering others in the class. I want to understand why….I want to focus and behave better…..I want help.

I expedited this process in a major way-encouraged and supported by my Soulkeeper. Many of my friends and contacts work in this area so lucky us. I paid private vs. public. I found a highly referred and qualified neuropsychologist who works at a well-known hospital in pediatric psychiatry. He is French too and was apparently extremely cool. Teenagers love him. 

Five hours of testing with Chase all the usual stuff. 2 hours of interviews with me. Speaking with my husband. 2.5 hours of surveys that Hubby and I filled in about the last 6 month, the last 6 years, and the last 15 yrs. Another counseling session with Chase to rule out other factors that could explain the dip in marks, behavior, focus. Drugs? Depression? Pressure? Behavioral? Another interview with us.

Then Wednesday night. The final outcome.

Everything points to the mixed diagnosis. ADD and ADHD. In addition certain left right brain weaknesses and visual- cognitive weaknesses that explain the struggles in math and science. Very definitive answers-the results are very clear cut and clear. Your son should be incredibly proud of himself for realizing he needs help and seeking it. It must have been a struggle so far for him and he has been extrmely resilient .Also for the amazing accomplishments he has of getting into such elite schools and sports program. This is amazing and he should be so proud of himself.

So many emotions and feelings. Shock, relief, guilt, sadness, anxiety. Pride was the biggest one. One of those moments where you are just so darn proud of your kid (and less proud of yourself as a parent) that is just bigger than you. It all starts to make sense, become clearer, my mind races over the last 15 yrs. and starts putting the puzzle together. The pieces of our lives, of his life, of our relationships together

Does your child fidget ever? Always.

Does he bite his fingernails? To the Core.

Does he talk in his sleep? Loudly and Always

Is his work messy and have spelling mistakes despite repeated warnings? Always

Does he interrupt at the dinner table? Always

Does he interject at inappropriate moments? Always

Does he demand attention at inappropriate times? Always

Does he get easily distracted from schoolwork? Very often

Can you easily have a serious discussion with him lasting more than 15 minutes? Never (unless I am reminding him every 1 minute to pay attention)

Does your child excel at things but lacks passion? Always

Does your child have a hard time with transition from one activity to another –Always but doesn’t every teenager?

500 other questions to which all the answers seemed to be yes. Sometimes one in a while- hardly ever extremely rarely.

How did I miss this? How is that possible? The guilt I feel right now… also the relief on some levels.

My tolerance level is very high for things. Very high. When I gave birth to chase he was 10 bls and was New Year’s Eve and so limited anesthesiologists. I got it one hour before only. I survived and hardly complained. Worst ranked episiotomy they had ever seen…made it through. I think I tolerate discomfort well. I always did and I always will. It tales ALOT to throw me over the edge. I think I live my life in a high tolerance mode. Growing up with a mentally ill parent can do that for you.

And HIM. He has been unbelievable. In the last two weeks from the moment he sent me that email asking if we could sit down and talk…he has changed in many ways. Matured. Opened up.Communicated.Trusted us fully. The last two weeks have been on some levels the best two weeks of my life. Even if that sounds crazy?

Why is that exactly?

I will tell you. It’s very simple:

I totally and honestly and fully believe in my son. I truly do. It’s not something I want to do anymore; it’s something that is real and there.I have done the work. He has done the work. We have arrived there together after so many obstacles. He and I have had our own story; it has always been ours.

Mommy and Dad. Thank you. For taking me there and taking care of me. For doing everything you did. Thank you for tonight.

Mommy I think there are two ways that people who get this kind of news react. Probably lots of people use it and an excuse right? Probably some people –like I think you would do Mom-handle it differently. They don’t use it as an excuse and they succeed. They do good-actually better than good. That’s going to be me.

And this is the part that makes me cry. Here .Now as I write this. I know 100% that is true. And that particular moment of that particular night I will remember forever. Because of anything I have done as a parent, to any of the kids, that was always the message about life; the message I have always wanted to have them get and me to hear.

And I heard it. And I fully believed him. And it felt amazing to hold this belief.

And I truly believe the Chinese when they mix crisis and opportunity because it’s always a bit of both isn’t it?  While part of me struggles with what my son has gone through for years left undiagnosed, and also what this will mean for his future-there is sadness and guilt.

Then there is the part of me that sits at my daughter’s bday dinner last night and looks at my family, the whole of it and feels so blessed. I look over at Chase and  for maybe the first time in 15 yrs. have truly seen a look of contentment on his face and a look of relaxation. Was it there before but I did not pick it up? Is it the placebo effect of him knowing he will get the help he will need and therefore it impacts already? Is it our mutual belief in each other?  Or is it simply that he is content that he is being validated for what he is dealing with? And for me too…a sense of validation is there in the air. Or is a mix of all of the above-a triump and a disappointment paradoxically in one breathe? Which is it?

And then the support from so many wise souls around me that are helping me make sense of all of this. I love the give and take of the freindships that I have. I liove being able to support them and them being able to support me. When we need eachother; for whatever that may be. I have great, great friends and I feel so lucky.

And a special mention for my Soul keeper today……as she said…like he was her own child in so many ways…..the way I felt when her daughter had surgery and was recovering. The sense of urgency for something that is not necessarily urgent but urgent to the person you care about.  Like the way I felt when she went through postpartum depression. I could not get her off my mind..nor did I want too. And her undying love for me and my family which is so much of a gift I cannot even describe the way it makes me feel. To know that if I need her, and before I need her, and until I need her again she is there for me. And the biggest gift of all is allowing myself to both receive and to give to her for her in equal and beautiful proportions. And to allow myself both this right and this wonderful and indulgent luxury. And for her to tell me that even if I try my utmost to push her away out of fear-that she will find me fast and bring me back. I love this kind of love. It  is making me a better person. A better Mom too. She is teaching me how to care in the best way possible

So yes I thoroughly believe that every obstacle is also a gift. I can see that certainly. and I can see that life is more complicated than I had initially thought it would be. And I feel honored and blessed to live in a constant state of flux and of paradoxical moments where you don't know if the outcomes or good or bad.

And your are ok with not knowing.

My baby is turning my Fave number 11!!!!

 

My smiling girl

 

Highlights of the week: birthday party with school friends at Cage Aux sports with sleepover with “the girls” (with an almost visit to hospital for broken-sprained wrist), lunch with Dad Calamari and macaroons, speaking 100% French rule, M&M machine, Chinese dinner with family and chocolate fondue, traditional pie in the face at surprising moment that could nbot happen bc she was sick:((, gifts from brothers, birthday basket., POC helmet already for ski competition on slopes this weekend, on the door surprise of massage apt on  today 5:15pm, Didi's special gift bag, godparents wonderful and abundant gifts, lots of loving msgs on the phone.

 

Not so great moments: having to almost go to hospital for broken or sprained wrist at your bday party with friends and being tummy sick on your family bday dinner and not eating much and not having a pie smashed in your face.

Will be good luck for the year..I am convinced!

PS-It’s funny-so many people I know with girls the same age as Beauty say they find their friends so catty and difficult at this age. I love her friends. Ten of her school friends came to party..”the girls” (she has always had this 5 girl clique for years now and this is how they refer to eachother-cute but a bit scary too!) and five others. Soooooooo sweet and nice and outgoing and confident and beautiful. Yes there is some disagreeing and normal girl stuff but just love this gang and this group in geeneral and have so much pleasure talking to them. I can honestly say that for me girl parties have been so much more fun than all the boy parties I have held over the years. These girls discuss EVERYTHING and tell me everything (except my own daughter of course!) At Cage it was like being with my husband and 11 women!

 

(dear Anonymous thanks for your comment (that came to email but not on blog?) and the new feeds-I will check out your blog ! Promise to get over this birthday stuff soon and make it more interesting for some of my new readers. You must be popular-my traffic went crazy today:)))

 

Music to my Ears…..

Today is someone’s birthday (post on that later tonight)…

And guess what?

As she left for school today she made a point of coming into the office-looked right into my eyes-gave me a warm and cuddly hug and said “thank you so much for all the beautiful gifts and everything for my bday”

It felt soooooo nice and soooo good.

I was so proud of her 

I fundamentally believe that we teach and train our kids, ourselves and the others around us important skills for what they need now and later in life. It takes a lot of work, maybe a few hurt feelings, a lot of consistency and a lot of energy. But is both our gift to ourselves and our gift especially to that child to take the time to teach them.

Yay Beauty! Good Job!!!