A Weekend Away

By Amy Dienta

Recently my husband and I got to go away for the weekend with out the kids; the first time since Omar was born. Thank you to my parents who babysat our two boys.

I had dreams of sitting on the beach in Maine and sipping cold drinks. But it poured the weekend we got to go away. I’m not a big fan of driving hours in the pouring rain and I had seen a brochure for this quaint boutique hotel in Rowley, MA. So we headed to the Country Gardens Inn and Spa in Rowley, 45 minutes from Lowell, off 495.

We stayed in one of the Country Collection Suites.  The suite was beautiful with cathedral ceilings, a hot tub and gas fireplace in our room. This was perfect for a cold, damp rainy day. You could even watch the tv from the comfort of the hot tub.

To complete our vacation we rented some Redbox movies we watched in the room. Then got all dressed up and went to Royal Orchid Thai for dinner. They have really good vegetarian dishes!

After checking out, we went to Village Pancake House and got the most amazing omelets and hash browns.We then headed home to our boys.

Refreshed and ready to be parents again!

Beginning of the End

By Sandy Egan

Before I  jump into the third part of my “Art of Discipline” series, I must digress slightly to shed some light upon my most strongly held opinion about children and discipline. Once a child reaches puberty, the teenager views adults very differently than they did as children. The teenager will never view the parent as the omnipotent being they once did, and they will begin to see you as the imperfect being that you undoubtedly are. This is why it is so important to establish parental authority when the child is young. Teenagers walk a fine line between childhood and adulthood, and even though they may fight it, they need to know that someone close to them has a better handle on life than they do. If you’ve done a good job establishing authority with your teenager as a child, maintaining that authority will be easier when the teenager rebels against it.

They will rebel against authority, I guarantee it. How they do it depends on the individual child and what rules you’ve set up in the house, but be prepared. It’s inevitable, and crucial that the teenager goes through this stage. The only thing worse than a rebellious teenager is a rebellious adult who won’t move out of your home.

I wanted to share some funny stories about my daughter, because I believe that she got most of her rebellious expression out fairly young. It will also shed some light onto why I feel as though the establishment of authority is so important. I promised my daughter I would let her read the stories before I posted them, so I will leave you at this point to look forward to my next group of postings. Some may make you laugh, some may make you cry, and some may just dumfound you. I felt all of these emotions when the stories actually occurred. You have been prepared!

Disability

By Sue Anganes

Not only have the past few months been ultra busy, they have also been ultra stressful. Between multiple doctors’ evaluations, medical procedures and day-to-day life, I have barely had time to catch my breath. Having a child with a chronic, debilitating illness often leaves me exhausted, and somewhere between depression and grief. As a mom, my natural instinct is to try to fix everything that is wrong, but for the past nine years, not only can I not fix the problem, the problem is getting worse.

My thirteen year old son, Ray, has an undiagnosed neuromuscular disease. Every physical task is hard for him; from brushing his teeth, or sitting up in a chair, to walking. For some unknown reason he is losing all his Type I muscle.  At this point, his body consists of 80-90% Type II muscle. Most people have approximately 50% Type I muscle and 50% Type II muscle. The Type I muscle that Ray is lacking is the muscle that holds his body upright and allows him to stand. Both sitting up and standing are getting progressively harder for Ray to do. He also has chronic pain because the Type II muscle that he does have, is always straining to do the job that the missing muscle should be doing. Ray uses a wheelchair when he is outside our home and also has an electric scooter that his dad designed and fabricated for him to get around outside (dirt trails and grass) where a manual wheelchair can’t take him. For the most part, Ray is very accepting of his limitations and deals with life as it comes. Doctors have told me he has a very good attitude considering what he deals with, and I agree.

Since this is a mom’s blog, I thought I’d discuss the struggles that I have, as well as many of you may have, when dealing with a chronically ill or disabled child, and tell you some of the things that I do to help me cope with the stress. Disabilities come in many forms: physical, emotional, mental, behavioral and, no matter what the issue is, the toll it takes on you as the mom is tremendous. There are endless appointments for doctors, therapists, educational specialists; not to mention the extra effort it sometimes takes just to get out of the house with special equipment. There are medications to remember, tears shed over the loss of abilities and future dreams, occasional aggravation from those who give us unsolicited advice, and isolation that comes when others just don’t understand the hardship  because they haven’t walked in our shoes. These are things that cannot be changed, and somehow have to be embraced as the norm of life. There are, however, some very practical things we as moms can do for ourselves to help us cope.

One of the most important things that I feel has helped me is to get plugged into a network of other women who have similar issues. I have been part of a support group for moms of kids with disabilities for the past couple of years. We have a “mom’s morning out” group that meets once a month during the school year. The moms I meet with have children with a whole spectrum of different disabilities, but we all have the same common thread of loving our children and wanting the best for their lives. Being part of this support group has not only allowed me to develop new friendships, but it has truly been a benefit to my mental health, reminding me that I’m not alone and that I have someone there to listen to me.

Support does not have to come in the form of a monthly meeting. It can come from a church family, an online discussion group, extended family members who are willing to listen and help, or a doctor who has a genuine interest in your child. Even Facebook seems to have a group to support just about every issue out there in life. Searching out the right group of people and then connecting takes away that feeling of being all alone in the situation.

I have also come to realize that I also need to take care of myself. There are days when I just need to dig myself out of a pit and that’s hard. One thing that seems to help me is to get outdoors. Either a walk or weeding in my flower garden can do worlds of good for my mental state. Just having a quiet time to think is often therapeutic. Sometimes I like to put in my ear buds and listen to music or a podcast to take my mind off things and relieve some stress. I know it’s often impossible to get away by yourself when you have younger children, but sometimes going to a park for a picnic or small hike can do worlds of good. Somehow exercise and being outdoors always benefits my mental state.

The most important part of taking care of myself has been taking care of my spiritual self. For me it involves reading my Bible, praying and thinking about all the promises God has for my future. If anything lifts me out of the pit of depression and weariness, it is my time talking to God daily in prayer. The Book of Psalms speaks to anyone who is weary in life.

Once a year, for the past eight years, my husband and I have gone away for a weekend. That was not an option for us for many years while most of our children were young (the first twenty years of our marriage it was impossible), but recently it has been a great way for us to step away from the responsibilities at home and refresh our minds.

Friends of mine have flung themselves into fundraising for various organizations that research their child’s particular disease or disability. By putting their energy into supporting the organization, they not only work towards a hopeful cure for their child, but they also direct their minds in a positive way, and I’m sure that helps them through their difficult journey.

I would love to hear from other moms who have children with disabilities and would like to have someone to talk to. You are welcome to message me on Facebook or post your email address and we can talk that way. It is very hard when you feel alone when caring for a special child. Knowing you are not alone makes a world of difference and helps us to do the best we can for our children.

Anniversary

By Amy Dienta

This past January my husband and I celebrated our 10th wedding anniversary! 10 years of working together, 10 years of being partners working together for the well-being of our family. I started thinking about all the things we do well together, and made a list.

1. Together we can achieve what ever we set our minds to. Another child, house, a different job or another degree- we have been through it all.

2. We raise our kids in a loving, caring and supportive environment.

3. Support each other in pursuing our dreams.

4. We know what we each do best. My husband is the go-to guy for fixing things, and I am the person who writes letters, fills out paperwork or calls the school.

5. We both try our best to not argue!

6. Put out family first in all that we do.

Then I started thinking of what we don’t do well.

1. Our house is not the cleanest on the block. Mostly my fault I’ll admit!

2. We are both disorganized sometimes.

3. Sometimes we argue over stupid little things, things that after the fact mean nothing.

4. We sometimes have different ways of dealing with the kids or the everyday issues that come up.

But in the end we love each other, and love our life together. So here’s to another 10 years together!! I love you Mamadou!

Everyday is a Party

By Sue Anganes

I have heard the remark many times while in the check-out line at Market Basket:

“Are you having a party?”

“Everyday is a party,” I would reply smiling (but somewhat sarcastically), looking at the mountain of food that I was purchasing to feed my husband and six kids, knowing I had to haul it all home and put it away.

When I took on this mothering job twenty-seven years ago, I never knew how much work it would be. Would I have traded it for any other job if I had known how exhausting it would be? The answer is a definite “No!”

I love being a mom.

Here’s a picture I “borrowed” off of Facebook. I think it sums up what most of us feel sometimes.

First Birthday, Egg Allergy and Switzerland

By Heddi Nieuwsma

Over the weekend, we celebrated my son’s first birthday. We recently learned that in addition to his milk allergy, he is severely allergic to eggs. For his party, my husband and I prepared two dairy/egg-free cakes as a baking competition to see which one my son liked better. The little guy takes after his mother and preferred my chocolate cake. My mother has been making it since I was young, and I’m sharing the allergy-friendly recipe below because it’s easy, fun for kids to make and tastes delicious.

Crazy Cake

1/3 cup cocoa

3 cups flour

2 cups sugar

2 tsp. baking soda

1 tsp. salt

2 tablespoons vinegar

3/4 cups vegetable oil

2 tsp. vanilla

2 cups water

Sift flour, sugar, salt, baking soda and cocoa into ungreased 9×13-inch cake pan. Make three wells in the dry ingredients and add oil, vinegar and vanilla in each of the wells. Pour water over all and blend well with a fork, but do not beat.  Bake at 350 degrees for 35 to 40 minutes.

For some allergy-friendly frosting recipes, check out The Vegan Chef.

Moving to Switzerland

This will be my last blog post on Merrimack Valley Moms because my family and I will be moving to Switzerland this summer. We are so excited to begin this new adventure, but sad to be leaving our friends and family. I’m grateful to Lowell General Hospital for giving me this opportunity. It has been great connecting with other local moms and sharing my experiences in the Merrimack Valley. If you want to continue following us in Switzerland, particularly as we figure out how to manage my son’s allergies in the land of chocolate and cheese, please check out my new blog.

Thanks to you all, and best wishes to the Merrimack Valley Moms blogger community!

New Child Seat Requirements for 2014

Parents of many children ages 3 and up who should still be in child-safety seats will be warned not to use a federally required child-seat attachment system when a new rule takes effect in early 2014.

Read more at the USA TODAY.

It’s a Good Day

By Kristen Eriksen

Before twins, I used to have a blast cleaning, I mean really cleaning my house. Sometimes, I would spend a whole day dusting, vacuuming, sweeping, and mopping. I would blast my tunes, and just get started. Candles were lit everywhere. I used to spend a fortune at Yankee Candle on some of my favorite scents like vanilla cookie, musk and sweet pea.

Now, sometimes I walk through my house in disgust! I don’t know when I last dusted my bedroom. My basement carpet is brown, but looks to be polka-dotted with lint, paper, crumbs and stains. There is mud tracked in from the back door through my kitchen. There are sometimes four pairs of socks strewn around my house. There are dust bunnies on top of dust bunnies. There are food stains on my kitchen floor, and all over the cabinets. My bathroom smells like pee. The twin’s bedroom smells like pee. The trash barrel and fridge do not smell fresh. There are piles of papers, mail and art projects all over my counters.

My house is gross! I have traded in the scent of cookies, musk and sweet pea for spilled milk, musty dust and real pee!

I rarely have the opportunity to really clean now. I used to get overwhelmed, and beat myself up about it, but then I adopted a new mindset. My motto, if you will, is “get one extra thing done a day”  and that makes for an accomplished day. When I use this mindset, there are days when I am supermom! I get three loads of laundry done, make dinner, food shop and wash the kitchen floor, all in one day! There are other days when my motto helps me feel better when I look around and smell my home. I may just scrub the tub, or toilet, but not get the whole bathroom clean. I may take advantage of splashing kids in the tub to wash the bathroom floor.

I like to include the kids in cleaning projects, too. I store all the twin’s socks in a big basket. We play basketball shooting with socks as part of putting laundry away. The kids have their own brooms to help with sweeping. They have dust rag mitts. They love to “flat out” the blankets on our beds.

There are a lot of messages out there about a messy home being the sign of a good mother or a happy home. I could not agree more, but have to say, sometimes messy just doesn’t set well with me!

But, I really do choose happy, healthy children over an impeccable, spotless home.

Today, I scrubbed the toilet and hosed down the back deck (that had been covered with the twin’s mud pies). The rest of my house is cluttered and messy. Yeah, it’s a good day!

As an aside, I remember a post on Facebook and/or email that describes the state of a home when the mother doesn’t do anything all day, and the house is a mess. It details the dad coming home to dishes in the sink, laundry everywhere, kids are filthy etc. When he asks his wife what happened, she says “You know how you often ask me what I do all day? Well, today I didn’t do it.” I have been looking for that post to include in this blog, so I posted a request on Facebook for anyone who can find it to post it for me. Well, my poor husband thought it was a personal jab at him. Sorry, hon, I really was not pointing a finger at you! Wanted to point out that I run around like a chicken with my head cut off and my house sometimes still looks like I took a nap and ate bon bons!

Can you believe I am missing marathon cleaning days?

Eye of the Beholder

By Sandy Egan

It is very difficult for an adult to empathize with a child because, although we have all been children at one time, we remember things through a warped perception. Perception becomes warped because we have grown physically and emotionally over the years, and though we may remember being eight or 13, we remember through an adult’s eye.

This hit home for me not too long ago with my son.

My son is 11 now, and although he is tall for his age, he is physically still very much a boy, not a teenager. As his mother, it was very weird when he grew taller than me. I am not a very tall or big person. I am just over five feet tall and weigh around 115 pounds. My son is now about two inches taller than me, but I easily outweigh him by 40 pounds. My husband is six feet four inches tall, and outweighs my son by at least 140 pounds. The reason I bring this up is because as a child grows, it’s a tricky thing to maintain authority when you don’t have physical authority over them anymore.

This issue will be a non-issue for my husband, who is a big guy by anyone’s standards. As an adult, I see him as being just a big guy. How my son sees him, though, is an entirely different matter.

This was my son’s first year out of elementary school, and he had to adjust to many different things throughout the beginning of first marking period.   Mostly in the past, if he was having trouble in school keeping up with his assignments, his teacher would call me and he would be monitored closely. In middle school, the pace is much faster and a teacher can’t monitor him or any other child as much. He had to adjust his pace and take more responsibility for himself this year.   As a result, his first report card was not a good representation of his ability as a student. In one subject in particular, he had a lot of trouble. As his mother, I sat down with him, talked to him about his responsibilities and gave him some consequences (he wasn’t allowed to play video games for a few weeks). When his second report card came home, it was drastically improved. I let him know that he was doing a great job and he got his video games back. I was patting myself on the back for helping him turn the corner when I said to him,

“So, what do you think helped you the most to turn this around?”

He looked at me and said,

“Well, I didn’t like getting my games taken away, and I was embarrassed that I didn’t do very well.” Then he paused. “Also, I had a talk with Dad after I got my report card.”

“Really?” I said. I hadn’t realized that my husband had a separate discussion with him. “What did Dad say that made you take your school work more seriously?” (He had been diligently doing his homework every afternoon, working madly.)

“Well,” he said, and his eyes got big, “Dad was outside raking the leaves, and he said in a really deep voice, ‘Bud, I want to talk to you about your report card’. He was standing on top of a huge hill, and the sun was behind him and made him glow all red and orange. I walked over to him and he said, ‘We don’t bring home grades like that in this house.’ Then the wind started to blow and it got really cold, and he said ‘I don’t want to see it happen again’. His face looked all dark and he glowed all orange and red, and whenever I feel like I don’t want to do my work at school, I think of him like that and I never, ever want to see it again.”

(Not for nothing do we call him Mr. Imagination.)

I said, “Okay” and let him get to work.

Later, I asked my husband,

“Hey, do you remember having a talk with your son about his last report card?”

“Oh, yeah.” he said. “I just had a quick word with him and told him I expect him to do better. No great big discussion or anything.”

So there it is. Perception is everything. On one hand, a simple discussion. On the other, an encounter with a mythic creature. You just never know how a child will interpret things.

Let’s Talk

By Jessica Del Llano

The other day Sara and I were on our way into the backyard to play, and as we reached the top of the stairs, she looked around and said,

“The backyard is AWESOME, Mama.”

I. Was. Floored.

While it may be just that I’m a product of growing up in the 1980s, the word “awesome” passes from my lips fairly often.  Some people despise the word, but it’s one of my go-to adjectives.  I didn’t think about how much I actually use it until Sara used it.  (And used it properly, mind you.)

When Sara began to talk, my own speech patterns and the words and expressions I used the most became glaringly apparent, for better or worse, because many of them are the ones Sara used first and most often. (I realized too late that I would say “yeah” instead of “yes” and I still haven’t been able to break Sara of that.) I became the grammar police with myself around her, but I feel like it’s rubbing off in a positive way, as I’ve received numerous compliments on Sara’s speaking ability. Highly verbal, this one. She’ll talk your ear off, and then some. I’m not actually surprised at this.

She is my daughter, after all, and getting me to shut up is pretty difficult, too.

Given her propensity for picking up new words and expressions, I’ve always been careful to watch my language around Sara. I can be a potty-mouth with the best of ‘em, but that’s not for her ears. I vividly remember a time I stubbed my toe while carrying Sara and instinctively uttered a bad word. She immediately repeated it. I died a little on the inside. This was very early on in her speech, when single words were all she had. Luckily, she didn’t remember it, or use it again. (Insert sigh of relief here.)

Sara will be three in July, and I love being able to have an actual conversation with her. She can articulate what she’s thinking, how she’s feeling, what she wants, and now, what she thinks is awesome.

As an added bonus, my husband and I are getting really good at spelling out words so we can actually talk in front of her. When she learns to spell, we’re doomed.

Have you learned anything good or bad about the way you speak by hearing your kids learn to talk?

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