Layla's IDP (Infant Development Program) Consultant gave me this. She's a special person. I keep this close and read it now and then.
http://www.our-kids.org/Archives/Holland.html
Friday, February 19, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Little Blessings Part 1 - Sabrina Anne
Another day of doctor appointments, and relatively speaking a successful one. News that her vision is improving. So why did I walk away from Children's Hospital feeling defeated again?! My low points strike at the oddest moments.
I came home to a blessing of note. If I open my eyes a little wider, I see how many that there are around me. The blessing today came in the form of a darling and quirky 4 year old.
Sabrina at 2 and a half months of age gave me a glimpse of who she is. She laughed out loud - she was so tiny and she laughed this mischievous laugh. I hear it and see that moment in my mind like it just happenned yesterday. She has been walking around the house in her Canada toque, she sleeps with it on, and waves her little Canadian flag.
This little blessing of mine has a way of lightening the mood. Not much makes me laugh out loud. Right now anyway. That is until I turn around and see her head in a bowl licking out the leftover ketchup from the mac-and-cheese lunch. I ask her when she comes up for air if she'd like to wear the bowl on her head now that she has licked it clean and she replies "no mommie, that would mess up my hair.". OK, so I know that it is really only cute to me, but her style, her words, her chutzpah brings me more than I appreciate most of the time. That very chutzpah at bed time doesn't give me the same results as you could imagine.
When you feel like the curse of life is surrounding you like Pigpen - Charlie Brown's friend - it is important to find strength wherever you can. Sabrina fuels my humour. Humour is a strength that I draw upon and feed off of. Humour makes me happy. Sabrina makes me happy. Sabrina = strength. My life right now makes me appreciate that all the more. Thankfully.
Thank Heaven for little girls....
I came home to a blessing of note. If I open my eyes a little wider, I see how many that there are around me. The blessing today came in the form of a darling and quirky 4 year old.
Sabrina at 2 and a half months of age gave me a glimpse of who she is. She laughed out loud - she was so tiny and she laughed this mischievous laugh. I hear it and see that moment in my mind like it just happenned yesterday. She has been walking around the house in her Canada toque, she sleeps with it on, and waves her little Canadian flag.
This little blessing of mine has a way of lightening the mood. Not much makes me laugh out loud. Right now anyway. That is until I turn around and see her head in a bowl licking out the leftover ketchup from the mac-and-cheese lunch. I ask her when she comes up for air if she'd like to wear the bowl on her head now that she has licked it clean and she replies "no mommie, that would mess up my hair.". OK, so I know that it is really only cute to me, but her style, her words, her chutzpah brings me more than I appreciate most of the time. That very chutzpah at bed time doesn't give me the same results as you could imagine.
When you feel like the curse of life is surrounding you like Pigpen - Charlie Brown's friend - it is important to find strength wherever you can. Sabrina fuels my humour. Humour is a strength that I draw upon and feed off of. Humour makes me happy. Sabrina makes me happy. Sabrina = strength. My life right now makes me appreciate that all the more. Thankfully.
Thank Heaven for little girls....
Friday, February 12, 2010
The Eve of the 2010 Olympics
We went for a drive tonight after another rivetting parent group. The city is bright and clean - shiny is an appropriate word. Magic really is in the air. The lights over Cypress mountain makes the night sky glow just perfectly. The streets around UBC and Point Grey look pristine and inviting. Every busstop and billboard illuminates British Columbia, Canada and the Olympics. There is no denying the sight of it all. The sky is alive with beaming lights of the symbolic rings. People are home, big screen TVs are on and as much as Yaletown is alive, there is another vibe, a quieter and mesmerizing vibe of our city and it's citizens taking it in one day before our city, this spectacular heck of a city, gets turned on like it's never been before.
This is really big and super cool. My family went to see the torch relay go by near our house. Magic again. So much pride, so awesome. It's here, in our city. How can anyone not be moved by this and being a part of the experience when it allows everyone to be a part of. There are open "free" events all around. I am pretty awestruck (can't you tell).
The people behind the scenes have done a great job putting this together in my opinion. This is a big undertaking right? Not easy and probably a bloody nightmare. This John Furlong fella, wow. Hats off man.
Vancouver will come alive tomorrow like it did back in Exp '86. I'm really moved by this feeling. Admittedly, when I see and hear the buzz word "believe", it does give me a crazy strong hope for my baby Rubinstein-Taybi. Hope for lots of things involving all those that I love. This baby of mine opens my heart to possibilities that I wouldn't allow. For the reasons that believing to me seemed lacking direction or statistically unclear. Nowadays, not much is clear. My daughter fills me with such a dichotomy; happiness and love, and like the flipside of the coin, such sadness and despair.
Believing, dreaming, hoping, loving and praying are very very real and accessible to me - what choice do I have? It's not in me to do anything less for this little gift of mine.
My spirit is pretty fuelled with pride and energy for what is here and now. The Olympic Games. I will let it fuel me and am pretty psyched about enjoying everything about this city, MY city for the next month.
Shine on Vancouver! Let's have a ball - we are indeed made for this.
This is really big and super cool. My family went to see the torch relay go by near our house. Magic again. So much pride, so awesome. It's here, in our city. How can anyone not be moved by this and being a part of the experience when it allows everyone to be a part of. There are open "free" events all around. I am pretty awestruck (can't you tell).
The people behind the scenes have done a great job putting this together in my opinion. This is a big undertaking right? Not easy and probably a bloody nightmare. This John Furlong fella, wow. Hats off man.
Vancouver will come alive tomorrow like it did back in Exp '86. I'm really moved by this feeling. Admittedly, when I see and hear the buzz word "believe", it does give me a crazy strong hope for my baby Rubinstein-Taybi. Hope for lots of things involving all those that I love. This baby of mine opens my heart to possibilities that I wouldn't allow. For the reasons that believing to me seemed lacking direction or statistically unclear. Nowadays, not much is clear. My daughter fills me with such a dichotomy; happiness and love, and like the flipside of the coin, such sadness and despair.
Believing, dreaming, hoping, loving and praying are very very real and accessible to me - what choice do I have? It's not in me to do anything less for this little gift of mine.
My spirit is pretty fuelled with pride and energy for what is here and now. The Olympic Games. I will let it fuel me and am pretty psyched about enjoying everything about this city, MY city for the next month.
Shine on Vancouver! Let's have a ball - we are indeed made for this.
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