This diary started with a desire to flag tiggers thotful spot‘s diary about increasing infant mortality in the US over at dKos. I also read Ductape Fatwa haunting diary : They passed the babies forward, about the NOLA refugees desperate attempts to make sure that at least their children would get out.
But then I thought: why focus (yet again?) on the bad news? Let’s maybe look at the bright side of this: parents’ love for their children, and their desire to want the best for them.
I don’t know how many tribbers are parents, I suspect a majority (take the poll below and we’ll maybe have a better idea), which means that such tragic news or stories resonate immediately for many of us. Today, however, I’d like us to bring out some happy stories.
In my case, I would just like to tell you about my Sunday at home with my family – a happy, and thankfully not so unusual, day together.
As some of you know (see for instance Protection from the random miseries of life), my son is battling a brain tumor, and the most recent news are good, in that the tumor, which was killed by the ongoing chemio, has not reappeared as per the latest IRM early this week, and that his physical therapy doctors seem more optimistic about his ability to continue to recuperate movement in his right arm which is partly paralysed as a(n expected) result of the surgery. Things are moving, and moving in the right direction, which is good.
And today, we are actually celebrating his 5th birthday – for the 5th time. As a result of his illness, we’ve tried to find as many occasions as we could to cheer him up and have happy moments, and his birthday (in late August) was one. It was celebrated in early July at his school – they have a small party for all the summer birthdays, and he was keen to go to school that day (in the past year, he only went a few hours per week, due to his treatments and his overall tiredness). Then in August, there was a further celebration with my parents as they came to visit us for a while; on the actual date, there was another cake (and presents) at home, and again a few days later with his other grandmother on her day off… Finally, a party was organised in early September at home for his friends to come over. That party (like the one a year ago, which eventually took place in late November) was cancelled because he had to spend that day in hospital, so we are finally doing it today. We’re having a clown – actually, a Spiderman – come over to entertain him and ten friends of his, and we’re hoping he’ll have a good time.
Actually, although he’s had a tough last year, he has been blessed with a smiling, irrepressibly positive personality; he has complained very little throughout, and has been able to have a lot of good times. He has been back to the (very high) energy levels we were used to until summer last year, and is running around, banging on stuff and being a fun and facetious little boy (and a very literal-minded one, which i suppose he could use to become a good lawyer: if you tell him “stop banging on the table with that sppon”, he will pick up his fork and do it with that new tool…). He’s a charmer and makes you melt a few seconds after you’ve been wanting to ground him for the rest of the day for yet another destructive experiment with his environment (this week’s best: can I cut a credit card in two with my parents’ scissors, and the answer is sadly yes).
Now, one of the hardest things when you have a very sick child is to learn how to treat your other children fairly, and explain to them why you need to spend more time with their brother. He has two sisters, one older, one younger. With the older one (now almost 7), we’ve tried to take advantage of her already reasonable and well-behaved character to explain to her what was going on, what we expected from her, and how grateful we were for her autonomy and her understanding. We’ve tried to do special things with her alone – going to the restaurant just with her, going shopping for her clothes (not me!), bringing friends over or letting her go over, and so forth. We hope this has worked. She was always a serious little person and she still is today, very caring for her brother, and very responsible. Now in first grade, she wants to do her homework with zeal, and to have her things in order, so we’ve created special disorder-free zones just for her… She loves to sing and draw, and we’ve encouraged her to do this as much as possible. So today, she has been preparing a big drawing as a present for her brother’s birthday, and our home is decorated with her work.
The younger one, now two and a half, probably had the hardest adjustment to make, as she suddenly lost the attention she was used to as the baby of the family at a tender age (she was barely 18 months last year when we discovered our son’s situation). So she’s had to fight even more for our attention than a third child usually does. Whether caused by this or because this was her personality (I think the latter), she has thankfully had no difficulty doing this. She is forceful, totally fearless, and happy to take her bigger siblings one on one at any time. She also loves to run around and jump with her brother, which keeps them busy at the expense of our neighbor’s peace, and makes him use all his limbs in their joint exertions, which is great for him. They get along amazingly well, falling into fits of laughter together, and always willing to test the limits of physics together, which makes us alternate between pure terror, flashes of anger and amazed content. I often join (or initiate) the games of the two little ones, and we have loads of fun together. Their older sister often joins us, but she’s usually the first one to get hurt first, so I have to play with her separately (but we can also do more serious things with her). Ther little one is very cuddly with us, always requesting hugs and playtime and reading, which we are happy to provide, and which we have indeed made a conscious effort to provide in higher doses after the several weeks last year when, per force, we neglected her somewhat.
So we’ve had doses of all this today already – races across the apartment, cooking the cake together, then playing with the leftover ingredients and a little bit of water (some cleaning up at some point…), now dancing on music as we await Spiderman and the first guests.
Having kids is a totally new life. We have been to the movies extremely rarely in the last few years; we don’t travel overseas anymore on our holidays, and we have much less time to read or other personal activities. We have a rollercaster of emotions, a lot of responsibilities and worries, and a lot of great moments throughout, on which I think it is important to focus once in a while, to remind ourselves that life is not just crises and pain.
So, what good moments did you have recently with your kids? Or with friends’ kids? (i love to play with the kids of others – I get all the fun, and someone else gets to deal with the overexcited children afterwards… and it’s actually pretty flattering to be popular amongst 4-years old). Do you remember to concentrate on the good times, those worry-free periods of pure happiness?
Update [2005-10-2 17:38:15 by Jerome a Paris]: I have taken out the reference to the poll in the title. I forgot to include the poll when I posted this, and now it makes little sense to add it… Sorry about this small mix up – but thanks to all for all the grrat stories and/or pictures!
I really hope the best for your son. I’m glad to hear of some good news about his arm. My thoughts are with you.
I don’t have any children yet, but have worked extensively with them. Some day, they’ll be little Deans running around!
(oh, and I think you need to add that poll you mentioned).
Hi Jerome — I always appreciate your stories about your children and I am thrilled to hear that your son is doing so well! I am in awe of parents like you and Tracy who stay so strong int he face of their children’s health problems — you are amazing to me.
I have two sons, 2 and 6 1/2, and there are so many things to tell about, I don’t know how to pick one. They have recently started sleeping together and are quite adamant about it, whether they’re going to bed, camping out in a tent int he playroom, or sleeping in the kindsize with me. It has been one of the most sastifying things I have ever experienced to watch the bonds of brotherhood develop between the two of them these past 2 years. They really love each other and it makes me grin just to think about it!
The elder son is very physically gifted, has played organized baseball since he was three, played basketball last season (even though he is very short — he can play defense like nobody’s business!), loves gymnastics and tree climbing. He has already taught his little brother how to hit a ball off of a tee, swing a bat levelly, and is working on catching with him (throwing was not a problem). He taught him how to go a summersault about six months ago, and last week, began to teach how to dribble basketball.
The patience he displays with his little brother and the encouragement and praise he gives (along with “don’t worry, you don’t have to be perfect, just give it a try and do your best!!”), and the pride he takes in his brother’s accomplishments (“Look, mom, look, he hit it!!”) make me know that I did something right with him — it is awesome to watch adn be a a part of.
Thanks for posting this, Jerome and all the bests to you and yours!
Your story with your two boys reminded me of my two when they were growing up (one is now 17, the other going on 21). If they would get into a spat Mrs. KP – rather than trying to figure out who was right and who was wrong – would make both of them sit on the steps quietly next to each other “until they could figure out how to get along with each other.” It taught them that they would have differences of opinion, but the important thing was to not let it get in the way of their relationship.
The older one is away at college now, but he will sometimes call our other son and have a conversation with him that we’re not invited to be party to – and that’s fine. We talk to him other times. Whenever he’s back in town, he and his friends invite our younger son to be a part of what’s going on. Our younger son is emotionally mature for his age, having hung around the older kids all his life.
The older one went through a Goth-y “dark phase” for a couple of years in high school, but in retrospect I think it was his idealism coming to terms with the fact that the world is a lot more screwed up than a kid realizes. He seems to have his idealism back in force: how else to explain that he’s a Socialist in George Bush’s America! He also posts here, although I won’t give away his name. He went to the inaugural protests in 2004 and the march in DC recently (but hung with the people he drove down from upstate New York with, rather than the BMT-ers). He’s majoring in electrical engineering (on a scholarship, I can’t help adding), and is interested in things like how to bring low-cost radio to the downtrodden in Latin America and Africa to empower them, or how to get universal internet access for the poor in the US. Just an amazing young man.
I can brag on him here because I doubt he’ll read this thread, LOL. Of current postings, he’s more likely to read “Bush Blackmails the Senate” or “The end of oil – the best kept secret.”
Thanks for sharing, KP, that is awesome, though now I will be reading every post with the question “is this KP’s son”?? In the back of my mind!
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Now I know that I have both you and CabinGirl to turn to with questions about raising amazing sons!! It is quite a comfort…as the hub and I often have more questions than answers! We love the little buggers to death though, and we both know that’s a damned good start!
Jerome, it’s good the hear that your son is doing well. I wish the best for your whole family.
My 6 year old son (our only child) has had to watch his mother battle a major health crisis. She is doing well now and he does not seem to be showing any long term effects. He seems to have forgotten about it. If only adults could function the same way.
Here is a photo of recent a happy memory, our vacation to the the western US. He is frolicking amongst the rocks in Arizona.
Our most recent happy time together was at yesterday’s lacrosse game. During the pre-game practice, my younger son (the “foodie”) and I ran over to the local organic farmer’s market where they have live music and the community gathers on Saturday morning to grab some produce before the game. Afterwards, we watched the game with their dad, and my older son’s team won. It was a beautiful, relaxing, sunny fall day.
Here’s a recent picture from our annual beach trip this summer:
I’m glad to hear that your family is doing so well, Jerome, and you have my best wishes for you son’s continued health.
I remember those faces (if not precisely those expressions). Your boys were great at the march CG,
Thanks, Steven. I enjoyed the chatting I did with your son on the walk from breakfast to the march; he is a fine young man.
This autumn has brought us more than we thought possible. Some BooTribbers may remember that we have a profoundly gifted daughter who could find no place to belong or friends to be with.
In late August we realized that we HAD to find a way to connect this child with the world at large. We began (again) searching for schools. We worked on the “credit card theory” I’d heard before- when you owe $1,000 its you problem, when you owe $1,000,000 it is their problem. So instead of looking at 4th grade, we went straight for high school.
Armed with samples of her work and tests we went to three schools, fully expecting to be turned down. (When you have a PG child you feel compelled to try, even though success is rarer than republican common sense.) The IB program accepted her. The high school across the street accepted her. And best of all, a gifted high school that lets students develop much of the curriculum and compress the rest accepted her.
Everyone agreed we should start very slowly- as our girl has the academics down cold, but is emotionally fragile. She began in an afternoon seminar.
The next week she wanted to stay for lunch and then class.
Then she began doing her independent work (designed by me) before lunch and staying for the rest of the day.
Not everything has been smooth. There was a 14 year old boy who harassed her until she exploded and told him to leave her alone. (More power to her!) She has really had to stretch emotionally to deal with noise, crowded hallways and fire alarms. But she’s made it.
Last Thursday we had our first parent conference since she was 4. She is doing so well they wanted to codify the work she’s already doing, which will give her the full amount of credits. These amazing teachers have found others who will work with her at a higher level, and students who will help her around the buillding like she’s 9. Then they said, “She should blitz through high school in a couple years.”
Last spring Lorraine wrote a diary about being alone in the woods and I wept for envy. Now, at least once a week a get to go hike while she’s in school.
Life is good.
That is so wonderful! You should be proud of what a great job you’re doing with/for her. (ps, I’ve missed your stories about her lately, she sounds like such a great kid.)
Thanks! And if you missed the stories I’ll write more. It is so much better to write them from the success side of the curve.
from her, as well — I was gifted, though not to the extent of your daughter, but let myself deny those gifts through peer pressure and wanting to “fit in” as much as possible. For example, I enjoyed math, but let myself buy into the myth that math wasn’t “cool”.
Thanks go to you for not pinioning her wings so that she can “fit in” with the earthbound birds, but for finding a way for her to fly free…
I’ll know she’s fully accepted herself when she’d be willing to tell stories! Right now she’s incognito, except for a select few. (She has no idea how everyone at school seems to know her name.)
I’m sorry to hear how you repressed your skills because of social pressure. That happens all too often. However, I can see it come through in your writing, which is a pure joy to read.
I am glad to hear that this is turning out so well.
Does nayone has news from Lorraine? Has she been around?
It was one tough row to hoe. I think it’s so perfect that she’s in with kids older and with some other types of maturity than she in many ways. Reverses the polar bear being raised by butterflies feeling.
Did you get “How to Talk to Kids so Kids Will Listen../ so kids will Talk”? Did it help? Howwa bout the minimizing fears? Any of them retired?
Yes on all accounts. She’s minimized her spatial fears and some of her social ones. This has been a great fall all around. Thanks so much for your suggestions!
Great to hear. Have just (in between chores! 🙂 been reading your original (?) diary “Raising a PG…” . I had none of that background when I replied to you be4. Fascinating to see the discussion. Of course, I also have to follow links as I go, heh.
Really super to hear all of this about her. And 20 hats off to you, for working as hard as you are to give her what she needs. I know it’ll make a profound difference.
I had to add my 2 cents about grownup children. I have two daughters who don’t even live really close to me, one in CT and one in MD. The one in MD has two boys, but I don’t get to see them much. However, the glory of the internet for families is that pictures and e-mails fly back and forth, and my MD daughter has a blog, she is a writer, and posts lively essays on the kids and school, etc., as well as research she is doing for her books, etc. Other daughter is creating the distance-learning, adult ed program at a university. So much interesting stuff going on with my two brilliant daughters, who were such fun as children. I was a parent who took my scientific curiosity and had a blast observing the whole process of child development. I was very lucky that we had few health problems and enough money to be comfortable and for me to stay home with them. That is a blessing!
I am one of those who doesn’t have children – but am really blessed to have wonderful young people in my life. Most recently, my 50 year old brother married his high school sweetheart (great story by the way) and she and her 17 year old daughter moved up here from Texas. I now have a new neice.
Last night she came over for pizza and talk. What an amazing young woman! She told me all about her new school, friends, boyfriends, family. We talked for 3 hours!! She’s loving, confident, and absolutely beautiful. One of the stories she told me about was her efforts this last week to reach out to a student at her new high school who is obviously isolated and depressed. She just walks up to him in the lunch room where she has noticed every day that he sits by himself and begins a conversation with him. Before you know it, she has him talking (a little) and laughing.
She is a real blessing in my life. Oh, and by the way, did I mention that she is a truly gifted dancer?? Here is a picture my brother took while they were kayaking on Lake Superior.
Thanks for this beautiful diary today Jerome. And all my best to your lovely family.
That pic has now become my wallpaper- because it reminds me so much of my past dancing days–what a gorgeous pic!!!! Hope you don’t mind.
You were a dancer? I’m just beginning to learn about that world. My first impression is that I can’t believe how much time she spends working on it. One of the other things I love about her is that she is good enough that she could easily be a prima donna (sp?). But thats just not anywhere close to who she is!!
I’m honored you used the pic. I actually have a half dozen different shots and poses he took that day. Let me know if you’d ever like an update.
I was a classical dance major/philosophy minor in college.Started dancing as a child.It takes an incredible amount of dedication and determination,rules your life completely. Diet,injuries, GODDAMM pointe shoes,and gawwd help you if you take two weeks off, you have to start all over again.
I would LOVE updates– it is so cool to see that lovely dancer.
that’s an amazing picture! Thanks!
My daughter (9 at the time, but ten now) worked with me for the Kerry campaign in Ohio last October (one weekend), and my 16 year old son accompanied me to DC for the march on 9/24. He was in some of the pictures that were posted here by Janet and others.
I’m glad your son is doing better Jerome. Illness in a child is the worst stree I’ve been through personally. Your life becomes tied up in knots of anxiety, and swings between joy and despair (depending on the current prognosis). I’ve faced nothing this serious with my children, and I pray your son will grow into a healthy and productive adulthood. Sounds like you are doing an admirable job as a parent.
What an absolutely lovely thread! Thanks to Jerome, and to everyone who has shared. What a wonderful, positive diary to start the day.
I have kept the faith. June 16, 2005.
Daddy was a piano player. He could have made a living at it, but he also had the gift of higher mathematics and made his life another way. His musical gods were Johan Sebastian Bach and the blind funky jazz pianist Art Tatum. I grew up with Daddy’s blues and jazz 78’s and early LPs. Daddy helped buy me and my brothers and sisters guitars. “Don’t tell your mother.” He suffered through the beginner period with each of us in turn, only yelling at us when we practiced the same mistake over and over. It’s a musical family.
My son Martin stared at the fiddle at the music festival booth and went back and stared at it again. He was eight. It was a cheap Chinese one. I bought it for him. He wanted to be in the school band, I encouraged him and eventually, the violin being too difficult for the band program to bend to, he became a drummer. Within a year he made big progress and somehow was the one who told the other kids how things had to be set up and could remember the cues. In seventh grade the music seniors and juniors of the combined Jr./Sr. High School seemed to assume he was a “music kid.” I started watching the prices of drum sets. I got him a high-level practice snare with a stand. He started wearing watch cap beanies with badges and buttons and safety pins on it, and t-shirts with pictures of hearts as hand grenades. A `kiddy set’ wasn’t gonna do it.
There it was on Craig’s list, a used set of Pearl Exports with cymbal stands and cymbals at a price I could manage. We went and looked at it; it had been stored in a barn. It was dirty. The chrome had some pitting, a couple of parts were missing, the “throne” stool was crummy, the drums were good, the cymbals fair. We bought it.
Taking it back to my house we enlisted drummer Vic Brain in the reconditioning effort as we used Brasso and steel wool on the metal parts removing rust and pitting, and polished the cymbals. The dust and dirt of the barn was removed with Lemon Pledge. Vic went through all the drums and identified all the parts that needed work or replacing. He tuned the tom-toms and snare. The three of us went Zone Music and bought a new snare bracket and snare attachment strings, bass drum heads, a ride cymbal stand, and some other hardware. After all the work Vic found a ride cymbal from his drummer’s collection of extra snares and cymbals, and a cymbal case and better throne stand. Martin had gone absolutely quiet and was vibrating. We packed it all up in the car and took it back to his house. His mother said not a word to either of us as we brought it into the house. For the first time he hugged me with a man’s strength.
Two days later I went to see him. He, a fourteen year old boy (“The floor is my filing system”), had CLEANED HIS ROOM in order to get his bed, computer setup (he built it himself), and the drum set all in. The drums and cymbals were muffled with t-shirts and old sheets. “I had to do something because it’s too loud for mom.” He had out the Count Basie CDs I gave him along with the Rock CDs.
Daddy (a confirmed scientific atheist), rest in peace wherever you are, I have kept the faith. I have passed it on.
Stunning.
Thank you.
A PHOTO OF MY CHILDREN THAT I HOPE JEROME WILL SHOW TO HIS CHILDREN — Brinnaine and Cabin Girl, you too!
(Just joking … someone sent that photo yesterday to the raccoon Yahoo list and thought they were porcupine babies, but all the wildlife rehabbers correctly identified them as hedgehog babies. Whatever! :):))
I’d LOVE to show you a photo of 23-year-old Darcy here, but she said I couldn’t.
Here are my actual cat “babies”:
Bear, who we adopted from a shelter in 1999. No one would adopt him because he’d put his head in the back of the cage when people came to check him out. It took him about two years to get over his severe depression and his intense fear of the outdoors.
Althea — I named her after Althea Gibson. She lived in the Wal-Mart parking lot for a couple years, and lost her tail when she crawled into a car engine to get warm. It took Althea almost a year to lose her intense fear of the outdoors.
I desperately wish we had a photo of her when I first got her — she was SO UGLY that we knew that no one would ever want to adopt her. Look what a year of good food, shelter, and love can do for a cat’s looks.
Oops … how did that happen.
going to be in big trouble 🙂
I’ll never tell. Will you?
And it just occurred to me that I was going to show her this thread because of Jerome’s WONDERFUL writing about his WONDERFUL children and his WONDERFUL family.
I’m saved! It’s on EuroTrib so I can send her THAT link!
I’m gonna tell on you, Susan- what a lovely lady she is- looks kinda– err- determined. Like many of us here. (OK I won’t tell).
that Darcy is such a cool name for a girl.
Beautiful pics, Susan especially the one of Darcy, so now I am waiting for the one of Susan and I have a feeling that you will be an older version of Darcy…Cause she looks like you sound…hugs to you and your daughter Susan….and to your babies.
Gave me permission to post this one in the FBC last summer, when we were at Botanical Beach on Vancouver Island, so I’ll post it again.
She’s such an incredible human being. She’ll graduate from college this December. This is the kid who in high school couldn’t see the point in a grade higher than a C (What??? I passed didn’t I?) who now has almost a straight A average in college. Her dad and I told her she was going to like college better than high school! She’s been working part time the entire time in a chemistry lab, and is also the proud “mom” of two dogs and a cat. All rescue jobs – my two dogs and one of adastra’s cats were also rescued by her. And she’s found homes for a variety of other animals with other people. (Carefully vetted for worthiness as pet owners, of course!)
She’s smart and funny and beautiful and most important has the most loving heart in the world. I just can’t believe I’m so lucky as to have a kid as great as she is. I’m off to visit her this afternoon (note to parents of teens – if you can arrange to have your kid go to college about 35 miles from where you live, that is the best deal in the world).
That is so wonderful, Janet! Does she get to live off-campus so she can have all those critters?
She’s smart and funny and beautiful …
Acorns don’t fall far from the tree!
She and her boyfriend have a house with a yard that’s almost 1/2 an acre, so plenty of room for pets.
btw, did you get my second email yesterday?
So you did come to Vancouver island; I must have missed the whole thing. Hope you found what you were looking for…
Jerome,
Thank you for sharing your story. The strength and resilience of children, and of the human spirit can be amazing.
My wife and I have a 2-year old daughter, Erin, and a 1-week old son, James. We have been slightly sleep-deprived in the last week, but James has stretched his feeding times out a bit, so we are getting three-hour chunks of sleep. Erin is very gentle with her new baby brother.
We have not been out hiking (longer than half-day) or camping since Erin was born, and I have not done nearly as much mountain biking as I used to, although that’s my fault, and can’t really blame it on the sproglets.
It’s great to hear all your stories.
Today is my wheelchair-bound artist son’s birthday. He was born on what would have been Groucho Marx’s 100th birthday. He’s now turned 15. How true the old cliché: how time flies!
Lately he’s been having some health issues: he’s been without physical therapy for about 6 months now, because his therapist got sick (burnout, actually), and they couldn’t find anyone to replace him, even temporarily. There seems to be a terrible shortage of therapists willing and interested in working with his age group, at least in our area. As a result, he’s got a dislocated left hip and has been in a lot of pain lately, making it hard for him to sit in his chair for any length of time (which is hard on him at school) and to sleep at night. And he wakes me up 8-10 times a night (one night I counted 16!) to shift his position or turn him over. But in spite of the pain he must be feeling, his attitude is incredibly positive and upbeat and he’s usually very serene and joyful.
Thank goodness his therapist finally returned to work (at least for him) on Friday, and so we’re hoping to see some improvement once he gets him loosened up and exercising again. In the meantime the poor kid can’t do his hippotherapy, which he loves, because he can’t open up his left leg to sit in the saddle. Monday his twice-weekly swimming outings start, and I’m hoping he can manage with that, since being horizontal in the water may be more tolerable for him.
So, anyway, a belated Roman Buon Compleanno to your son!
I love these paintings! Great colors. Happy Birthday to your son!
Jerome,
Thank you for the update on your amazing little boy (and all your beautiful children). Glad he’s doing so well.
I was particularly amused by your story of his approach to personal credit:
Clearly, he has been reading BooTrib and EuroTrib when you aren’t looking and has absorbed the lessons therein regarding financial responsibility. It sounds as if you won’t have to worry about him being a spendthrift!
There was some poetic license (or simplification) on my side… He did cut a card, but it actually was our social security card (which allows us not to fill in the paper work when we buy medicine in a pharmacy/drugstore). He did not cut it altogether, so it still functions… In France, most people have debit cards and not credit cards (you have to pay the balance at the end of each month)…
What a fabulous HOPEFUL thread– I really needed that.
No kiddos here- I am one of those bad aunties who gives her friend’s kids drumsets.
Can’t say how many times I have heard- “Thanksalot, Rosie!” GRRRRR (heheeeheee).
Here is a pic of my son a few years back. He is a radical Marxist (at least for the present)–one of the last in existence, i would guess. He scoffs at my political opinions.
That’s Ari, one of the foster kittens my daughter socialized. He has a happy home now.
And that’s the same Soviet flag that my daughter made me buy her at the 1990 Goodwill Games in Seattle when she insisted on rooting for the Russian women’s basketball team — and the Soviet ice skaters — and any athlete who was Soviet! (She was not yet 8 years old then.)
She then read every Russian novel she could get her hands on. … I was terrified she’d leave for Siberia at any moment. (She wanted desperately to go to Siberia for years.)
Perhaps our two should meet?! :):) (Well, ‘cept she’s now into Africa, and hopes, with all her heart, to travel there. I think she needs more travel experiences first… )
I made it my wallpaper, even though it got stretched out of proportion a little. The expression in the kitten’s eyes is too much–such a luxurious little communist she(?) is! My son is only 17, so a little too young for your daughter. Maybe it would be good for your daughter to travel to Africa with some special program or other, one run by people who know their way around well. Unfortunately I don’t know of any myself. Do any of you other Bootribbers know of any cool programs–ecological, cultural or political–for young people in Africa?
This is my 24-year-old daughter and “bonus son.” Although they live in Davis, they are joining us today for the (free!) Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival in SF. It should be a lot of fun – five stages going simultaneously, with Emmylou Harris and Roxanne Cash as today’s headliners. Actually, though, we are going primarily to see the Austin Lounge Lizards, one of our all-time favorites. The guys have their Hawaiian shirts on, and we’ll actually be leaving in a few minutes.
I also have a 21-year-old son who lives in Hollywood and is attending LACC (at least, he says he is – he’d better be!). Unfortunately, I have no decent digital photos of him, and my scanner is down. Maybe some other time.
My children have never gotten along particularly well. My daughter has always been super-serious and high-achieving – and my son, well, not so much. He loves to torment her, and she really, really hates being tormented. I do hope someday that they are able to become closer. Maybe by the time he’s about 40, he’ll have matured enough to be able to have a good relationship with her!
What a lovely couple! I hope you have a fabulous time today! Tell us all about it!
Great-looking kids!
I love the Lounge Lizards…have fun!
My daughter is now 11. Since her Dad decided his GF was more important than his family when she was just 3, we have been inseparable. My closest family live 3000 miles from me and my social life was virtually non-existant after her birth. So, with no external support, I can count the days she and I haven’t been together on two hands. I have absolutely no regrets. Every day has been a blessing. As a result, we have found all kinds of things we can do together that are both fun for me and her. We go camping every year, we love amusement parks, we play video games together, and we love to talk about life, the universe and everything.
I could not be more proud of my daughter. She is intelligent, compassionate, funny, spiritual, honest, moral, and possesses a strong self-respect. In short, she is everything I could have hoped for in a child.
She has just started the 6th grade in a new charter schoold for 6-12 grades called Oakland School for the Arts. Her emphasis is Acting. She is definately showing signs of being a fabulous stand-up comedian. The transition into this new school has not been an easy one. She has already experienced discrimination for being Pagan by the principal and was harrassed for being white by one of the African American students. Yet, in both cases, she held her ground and refused to be intimidated.
Cypress joined me and several other Tribbers at the Protest on 9/24 in San Francisco. She spent hours working on her sign and received tons of praise throughout the day for her efforts. You can see her picture and sign at Babaloo’s diary of the event.
http://www.boomantribune.com/story/2005/9/24/225915/629
Kudo’s to all the fabulous parents (and friends of kids) here. We really are raising some incredible children!
Oh what a wonderful girl! And what a great mom you are!
How lucky she got into a good school like that… keep us posted on her experiences.
I love the photo of all of you!
Wish we could compile all the portraits of people here.
I would like to say– that this is the most heart-warming thread I have ever seen here- or anywhere- I salute all of you strong and resourceful parents,something I never had the courage to attempt.
Jerome’s posts at M of A- alerted me to his son’s tumor, and I have been pretty awestruck at how he has handled it– and continued to work and post the most informative diaries I have ever seen.
So kudos to all of you brave souls,I couldn’t do it.
Bravissimo and a.
Affair @ Jupiter Hotel in Portland this week-end through the Greater Victoria Art Gallery. It is part of Portland International Art Fair.
I could say she is “having an affair” at the Jupiter Hotel. The curator of the gallery drove her down the coast, 7 hour trip. You could say it is a good career move.
I love Portland!
and thanks Jerome for the opportunity, I was wondering where to put my good international news about my daughter today.
And blessings on you and your family.
After I fixed the straps and fixed the necklace I get this crusty from the middle when I wanted some photos. I can’t say or do anything right at this time in her life. The very fact that I use oxygen even when she doesn’t tell me that I can pisses her off. Please don’t make any references to buying guns or cleaning guns in front of dates, I have done everything and I will not be saved. I am being paid back quite well and all I hope for at this time is a son-in-law without felonies and I am going to very very very grateful!
What a beautiful and self-assured young woman!
I had some of the coolest parents on earth. They fought for me and taught me to be true and strong. Yet, when I was a teen, I couldn’t have been more disrespectful, spiteful, and vindictive than I was. I loathed the ground they walked on, yet they continued to be respectful and encouraging through it all. Within a few years, I realized what a despicable putz I was being and then realised that they were the coolest parents ever.
What I am trying to say, is have patience. In time, there is a 99% chance that she will come around and laugh with you about these times.
Personally, I have a closet already picked out in which I will deposit my soon to be 13 year old, until she is 20. :>)
Wow! What beautiful children all up and down this thread. Thank you Jerome! I only wish I’d seen this sooner. This thread and all in it remind me of why I love the pond so much :o)
Here are my children.
Justin, 18
Sarah, 15
and Allie, 12
Jerome, all the best to you and your family.
Good job on the homefront!
Thanks Tracy :o)
The thing I feel most grateful for is that my kids actually get along and love, and look out for one another. When they were little, one the rare occasion when there would be an argument, I’d have them end it with a good face to face hug and remind them that it was alright to disagree but in the end they had to stick together and put their love for one another above all else. I think it’s worked out pretty good.
I have three brothers myself, I’m the oldest, and my parents never did that for us. They might as well have condoned the fighting because that’s all we ever did it seemed with little to no intervention. In fact, they actually bought boxing gloves for me and my next to oldest brother so we wouldn’t kill each other. They might as well just have said it’s ok to beat the living crap out of each other for all that tactic served. Same thing.
I am a happy new mom. Andrew is alomost 15 months old and comes to us via China. Everyday is a wonderful new memory – even today when he bit my mother-in-law’s cheek. She just met him and thought that he was giving her a kiss. Even my hubby is still chuckling about it this evening! What’s that you ask, another picture, well all right. This one is on the bus, right after we got him.
He’s gorgeous. (And can I just say, the more pictures, the better!)
Thanks Jerome for this diary – some chicken soup for all of us. And best wishes for all of your family.
I thought no thread about kids would be complete without a good bathtime fun photo.
(First time attempting to post a pic, so I hope this works!)
Girl (1 1/2) and boy (4 1/2). These two are why I was put on this earth. I am the luckiest person I know,
and I try to remind myself of that every single day.
Hope you can fix the pic because I really want to see why you are the luckiest person on the Earth :o)
You see, I thought I was the luckist one;o)
(Crosses fingers) OK, let’s try this:
Ah.. there they are, and beauties too!
There’s nothing better than having little people running around who depend on you for eveything. It makes you feel like the most important person on Earth, not to mention the luckiest :o)