Category: motherhood
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Weeeeee! Got it! I’m gonna get you! Super Aspen! Ready to duel! Who can make a scarier face? Gotcha Time for a nap I agree! -
There’s a little hum in the background I’m listening to my kids talk online to teachers and other students. It’s a quiet hum. They sound grown up. Then, Things change, I need to get up, I can tell Fiona’s FM isn’t plugged in. I can hear the person on the other side talking to her, but Fiona keeps talking about her super hero dolls! I go in and fix the FM connection. Things quiet down again. But Jacks done with his class. I rejoin him in the classroom. He’s working with a hot glue gun making a fort out of popsicle sticks.
Now Fionas done. I still haven’t gone in the studio. It’s been busy all day. My plan is to log them on at 2:00 for their closing circle and I’ll scoot down to my studio and paint a closing painting. A quick one. I might be able to start my stitching. I’m nervous because my hand is feeling sore.
I still haven’t made it to my studio yet. My son wants to ride his bike. Can I go in my studio while he rides his bike? No.
Jack rode his bike up and down the rode several times. He wanted to keep riding, but I wanted to go into my studio so bad. I encouraged Jack to watch u-tube, just for awhile. So I could work in my studio. I made it happen. I worked.
I had a quick fruitful session.
Optimism and determination always win It is so Fall! I love it! I love the birds and the light, the shadows cast in October. I am looking forward to Fall. The figs are all rotting on the ground, little light sepia birds with tiny pebble eyes come to feast. A scattering on dry leaves curl beneath the tree.
A large oak tree branch broke at the park today. Just snapped off, it was the size of a large tree, the branch that broke off. The saws been going all day. The park that’s still closed and covered with caution tape. When will we ever be able to get back to the park?
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Kiddie pool, unicorn fountain, sunshine, birds chirp, fun summertime day. Fiona doesn’t have on her Right hearing aid. Now I don’t even put her left hearing aid in because it doesn’t help. I keep reminding Fiona’s dad and brother Jack to use sign. I teach them as many signs as they have patience for. I use sign and something starts to shift for me. My sign becomes more fluid and connected to my body, I’m communicating. Fiona is attentive and understands me. She asks me, “when does our ASL class start?”
Soon I hope, I’m still waiting for the details from the school.
Fiona stayed outside in the pool almost all day. That meant we used sign language all day. Now I feel like it’s never O.K. To not use sign with Fiona. I notice even with her hearing aid on it helps to sign and talk. Not every word but some.
In the morning Fiona watched Frozen twice in a row, the second time she turned it on I was exercising. The T.V. Was blaring so I ran out to help her adjust the volume. She said “NO I can’t hear it then” So I left it on that loud. She had her chair right by the T.V. I think it was the first time she heard the words. But it was WAY to loud.
I can’t take that away from her. She wants to hear for as long as she can.
I have a question and don’t know who to ask. I want a second opinion about what lexicon of sign language the interpreter should use at school for Fiona. The proposal at this point is ASL in English word order. I think it’s called signed english.
It’s crazy it took this long for things to fall “into place”. Not that things are wrapped up, we have a lot of work to do, but I feel like now I have more people supporting what I always knew Fiona needed.
Dirty Laundry Blog by Jennifer Hynes 