February 28: School Heartbreaks and Mouse Beds

Amy had one day of in-person school and absolutely loved it. She came home beaming, saying it was the best day of her life. Unfortunately, this coming week her school is all virtual again due to covid precautions. I’m glad they are being cautious and following good procedures, but Amy is sad about it. Part of me thinks it would have been better if the school never even tried to open in person because this is much more of an emotional rollercoaster than it was before. Meanwhile, the teacher who had been suspended and then reinstated has resigned because the administration didn’t agree to do restorative justice and it was going to be on his record that he was suspended for insubordination. Restorative justice is a beautiful process but does require people to own up to what they did and hear how it hurt others. It is also full of love and acceptance and not judging a person based on their worst moments. Parents sent more emails and another petition and had a gathering in the yard outside the school, all asking the school to do restorative justice. This is all heartwrenching and I’m furious with the admins who can’t just admit they handled things poorly. When there is already struggle based on switching to the hybrid model of learning, this is not the time to lose an extremely gifted and experienced teacher. My heart breaks for his students, many of whom said he was their favorite teacher ever and the best teacher they had ever had.

Amy recently corrected my spelling on my shopping list. I had written that I needed a certain kind of storage “thingie.” When I got to the store I noticed she had written “thingy” on top of my writing. When discussing our disagreement with Carl, he said probably the actual correct word is “thingifer.”

Sarah, Amy, and Anna turned Sarah’s bed into a Mouse Bed with construction paper tail, paws, ears, eyes, nose, whiskers, and tears (of course). Sarah and Anna also made a Goodnight Moon book where Sarah drew the pictures and wrote the words.

Yesterday Amy directed us in attending Pirate Academy. We practiced sword fighting, kicking a soccer ball, riding the rough seas, what to do when shipwrecked, and making mud balls to throw at other ships. 

If you are shipwrecked, I hope you have all of the thingifers you need.

February 21: Snow Play and *(%# Snow Day

To her great delight, Sarah now has a carseat carrier for her baby doll Chester. She loves pretending that she is bringing Chester home from the hospital, to emulate the pictures of when we brought her home from the hospital. 

We have been enjoying time at our mountain house where there is more snow than I can fathom. It is at least 3 feet deep in many places. Amy’s snow unicorn has been deemed a snow narwhal because she was frustrated at her inability to form a mane. Carl and I made a snow shark next to the narwhal. Carl has made an incredible snow fort, adding massive snow blocks to the walls each weekend. The walls are as tall as Amy, who is an inch taller than Sarah. Sledding down the driveway was too fast for me, but Carl and Amy had many wonderful races and didn’t mind when they wiped out. I forged a sledding track through snow so deep I had to power through with my arms and the sled filled with snow. It is stunningly beautiful with snow on all of the trees.

While snow is totally beautiful and I’m still not weary of it, I am puzzled/stunned/annoyed by the decision Amy’s school made yesterday to declare a snow day for Monday. *!%#*(T$*(YI*!!!! Monday was to be her first day back in person in over eleven months. She is heartbroken that it is further delayed because she had determined it was going to be the best day of her life. Meanwhile, the forecast is for an inch of snow! And a high of 39! I just don’t understand making the decision so far in advance. I’m sure there are reasons the school could give such as allowing parents to plan for childcare. But how about waiting until Monday morning and then going ahead with school as planned if the weather is actually ok?! 

Meanwhile, this past week had other school related drama because Amy’s school suspended a teacher without pay when he questioned the reopening plan and spoke truthfully about how some teachers felt. There was a massive outcry on his behalf from parents and students. This person is an incredible teacher and human being. I have often been impressed when I overhear the videos he makes for his students and I feel better when I hear his reminders that we are each amazing. A petition on his behalf garnered over 800 signatures in a couple of days. Many emails were sent. Amy and I both sent emails. The school reinstated him Friday afternoon, but many feathers were ruffled by this experience. It just felt really yucky. The only way I can make sense of any of this is to remind myself that so many people are scared of doing the wrong thing and making parents mad that sometimes the fear brings decisions that result in the very things feared. I certainly don’t envy the people making decisions about when and how to reopen covid-wise or snow-wise. 

The kids have been drawing zoom meetings with attendees from the magical world, animal world, and house world. Amy draws the grids but Sarah can take it from there. Sometimes her handwriting is so clear that I think it is Amy’s! Other times it’s not. For all of the hard moments of sister fights, I love the times when they are peacefully making art together. 

Last night they played hospital with Amy as a patient with a sprained ankle and Sarah as the nurse reading Goodnight Moon to her patient. In the morning the nurse was possibly a little overzealous, barging in when the patient was still sleeping. Then again, in real life nurses often do come to check on patients in the middle of the night.

I hope you are all well and feeling peaceful about your own decisions.

February 14: Bravery, Music, and Focusing (or lack thereof)

Happy Valentine’s Day! I hope you feel deeply loved. If you are reading this then you know that I love you.

The bravery in our household this past week has been strong. The girls and I took downhill skiing lessons. I managed the bunny slope!! Sarah learned how to slow herself and stop. Amy took the chair lift and traversed 3 green-level hills!! I survived knowing that Amy was taking the chair lift!! I am impressed with all of us and can even consider the possibility of skiing in the future, which is not something I ever thought I would want. Perhaps the real lesson was a reminder for life: do not attempt to tackle the whole mountain all at once; break it into small pieces and just do one piece at a time. 

The soundtrack for our life this past week has been all Lady Gaga all the time. Amy’s favorite song is “Bad Romance” and Sarah’s favorite is “Poker Face.” When Sarah is the DJ we listen to "Poker Face" repeatedly. I love that we are all dancing to the same music and loving it equally. I love that Sarah’s most recent musical tastes range from Disney’s Favorites (eg. "Old MacDonald") to Straight No Chaser Christmas songs to Lady Gaga.

On February 22, Amy’s school will begin in-person small cohort rotations two days a week. I knew that when she found out this was an option she would have my head if I didn’t say she could go, but I intended to keep it a secret until the day before it started. I’m concerned that if the covid numbers for the county spike then the plan will fall apart and she will be more heartbroken than if it was never considered. But… her school sent out an email explaining how this coming week would have a different schedule as teachers prepare and that they would be talking with the kids about the changes. I knew I had to say something. She is thrilled. I am nervous. Fingers crossed. She will at least allow me to walk her part way there on the first day. 

I have been reading through the session notes we kept years ago after each Sarah-Rise session. I found one note that Carl wrote 7 years ago and it continues to crack me up every time I think of it. He wrote “today we foc” and then the rest of the page is covered in squiggles made by Sarah. The fact that he was trying to write “today we focused on…” and couldn’t even complete that thought is - -\/,’;:\—— (I don’t know how to type squiggles).

A friend sent me Untangled, by Lisa Damour. It is about parenting teenage girls, and so far it is helpful and eye-opening about how to think about the transitions into adulthood. Mainly I see it applying already in some ways to Amy. With Sarah I have to work a bit more intentionally to make myself see her as a teenager. Since her developmental age is all over the map and many aspects remind me of a very young child, I tend to think of her that way. But what she probably needs is for me to get on board with how she is a teenager and needs more independence. The book gives a great metaphor for how teens can be snuggly one minute and pushing away the next. It is as if they are in a pool learning to swim and I am the safe wall to snuggle with while they catch their breath; then they push away from me to swim more. 

My head continues to feel good and I continue to do my breathing sessions, weekly thoughts, and daily yoga. All of those activities are helping me notice more clearly my tension habits and patterns. The degree of full-body tension in some seemingly benign moments is astounding, but noticing it continues to give me hope. I’m also still on my regular meds so that I’m only contending with the shadow of headaches. While the meds that I could inject into myself are in my fridge, I haven’t yet taken that step. That is partly due to fear and partly due to wanting to notice when I am getting tense. Sometimes I don’t notice that until I get a whisper of a headache.  

February 7: Snow Forts and Impatient Mode Struggles

The morning after Sarah’s wonderful birthday was a bit challenging. I have since decided that if there is a day when Anna isn’t arriving until sometime after 9am then Sarah will not even know they are coming. On Monday Anna was coming at 1 and that meant Sarah whining, yelling, screaming, and asking repeatedly “when will Anna be here" during almost every moment that wasn’t a school zoom. She very clearly yelled that she didn’t want to do school with me. While I know much of this can be par for the course for teenagers and their parents, I also know that if Sarah isn’t in Impatient Mode then she will happily do school things with me. Friday was a 10am Anna start. With Sarah unaware of this, she and I played many rounds of her Goodnight Moon game. I decided that rather than aiming for much academic work we needed to just have some fun together in her room. I don’t like the idea of keeping information from Sarah, but as Carl pointed out, there are many things we don’t tell our kids for all sorts of reasons. One reason is if we think they can’t handle the information, and Anna’s timing seems to be something Sarah can’t handle. Note that Sarah is fine with the timing for our other sitter C, and C is able to get school things done that I can’t. Sometimes it is hard for me to reconcile all of Sarah’s resistance to me with her instant shifts to asking for “Sincere my dear.” It is hard to shift my own gears that quickly from being rejected to snuggling.

One of Sarah’s birthday presents was a pair of socks with Elephant on one and Piggie on the other, with Pigeon making a surprise appearance on one toe. Sometimes she sits on her bed and recites I Love My New Toy by Mo Willems by alternately sticking her feet in the air as the characters say their lines. It is hilariously wonderfully earnest and fun. 

Sarah has also started singing the "Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See?" song. At top volume of course. Sometimes in the early hours of the morning and sometimes in the shower. The book of that title resides in her closet along with many other books that used to be her favorite books. It seems that once she is done obsessing over a book then she doesn’t even want to see it on her shelf. I was excited to hear her love for Brown Bear returning, but when I got the book out she put it back, saying it would be there for when she wanted to read it to Sc on Tuesday. 

We have been in Somerset, PA for the weekend and there is a lot of snow. As Sarah says, it is a big foot of snow. Probably at least 2 feet. It is up to my knees. Carl and Amy made a snow fort, complete with Amy’s creation of a snow cat. Carl shoveled large cubes of snow for building blocks. We also made some snow ducks and hearts using plastic molds. The snow penguins didn’t work very well. Heralding the end of a wonderful snow play time together, after Sarah and I did a few exchanges of “you’re sincere my dear” while sitting in the snow fort, she politely asked me to leave. It may have been polite but it still didn’t feel good.

I’ve been working on feeling where in my body my various emotions sit and giving more time before I respond. This has shifted some moments away from anger and into sadness, and I leave and go have a good cry. That is what I did yesterday. It has been interesting to notice how different emotions/worries/thoughts really do reside in different locations in me. Some are in my solar plexus and some in my head and some in my elbows and some all over. Noticing and undoing any tightening is quite relevant to my continued headache healing journey and will also hopefully help my connection with Sarah be smoother.

I’ve been wanting to wear my own choice of clothing more often rather than always following Sarah’s request for me to wear pajamas. I’m sure this must be a little tricky on her end that I so often say yes and then sometimes say no. Sometimes I just really want to wear jeans. 

Sarah wanted to make a bus so we draped a sheet over our gymnastics bar and she welcomed various stuffed animal passengers as they boarded. As always, I am so impressed by how she simultaneously can be the most rigid person I know and the most flexible, accepting paper versions of things or a sheet over a bar as a bus.

For school Amy wrote a book about the British Swim School. The assignment was to write a non-ficiton book about a subject where she felt herself to be an expert. Her book is wonderful. It is clear and detailed and the pictures are wonderful and helpful. I sent pictures to some of our past BSS instructors. They both loved her work.

I hope you are all well.