Thursday, January 28, 2010
I have a son who is developmentally disabled.
He is kind and lovely and funny.
And he is being bullied.
It has been going on now for over 4 months.
They punch him and kick him.
And call him a retard. (Do you know it takes me a good 4 minutes to type that word? And even longer to recover from it.)
He doesn't know what it means, exactly.
In 8th grade you don't have to understand it, to feel the sting. (Especially, if you're cognitively more like a 2nd grader.)
But today, when I picked up my beautiful 14 year old son,
before his seatbelt was buckled, he burst into tears.
"They did it again", he mumbles.
And I want to scream.
I want to make his stormy ocean-grey eyes, calm again.
I want to promise him that it will never happen again.
But, I can't.
Because people are mean.
Instead, I have to teach him to be brave.
And not to be mean in return.
So, I was wondering if just as a favor to me...to Ryder...
to all of the many, many people in his life who love him
Could you teach your son to be nice?
Perhaps tell him the value of differences.
Help him realize that he is stealing my son's joy
and his peaceful sleep.
We have fought for this sleep!
4 years ago, my son couldn't sleep a wink.
He had seizures for the entire length of his rest.
8 1/2 hours a night of pure hell.
Every single night.
For at least 2 years.
Every time he closed his eyes.
And now, finally when he is getting some sleep,
he's having nightmares about your son.
So, please- speak to him and ask him to be kind.
If you can't do any of that,
then would you please just tell him to stay home tomorrow.
Because Ryder deserves a day off.
And he would like to spend it with his friends.
Monday, January 25, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
She wins a lovely handmade bookmark,
which I will try to post a pic of tomorrow.
For now, I will leave you with her comment!
What a beautiful dream.
Sleep well friends~
(Winner was chosen by random number generator. Mo: Send your address to my FB Inbox so I can put your cool prize in the mail.)
Monday, January 18, 2010
I have 5 kids from 7-18 years old. I have a husband. I am finishing my degree. I teach Science in the afternoon.I have reasons to be busy.
I am considering then, the enormous courage that it took a pastor, a husband, a father (who could've been too busy), to dream. I am thinking, how lucky we all are that he climbed up the stairs and he shouted his dream to the world. He walked right up to the seemingly, insurmountable task and dared to dream something better.
Perhaps right now, you have a dream.
Maybe it's not a BIG world-changing dream.
Though, sometimes it's the littlest ones that
bring about the most amazing change.
Maybe it's just a nagging something at the back of your consciousness.
A place you go while watching a film or hearing a certain song.
I want to encourage you, to do it!
Do not postpone it.
You might surprise yourself.
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
Courage and blessings as you leap~
Friday, January 15, 2010
Monday we don't have to go!!!!!!!
Most brilliant reward for attendance ever.
I always thought that the kids who had perfect attendance should be given a day off.
Finally, someone... somewhere.. agrees.
God bless you, Dr. King.
(For lots of reasons. Least of which, because Monday is your day and that means
we don't have to go to school.)
I promised to give you all a link to my new artfire shop.
I should wait until Monday, because I have tons of stuff to add this weekend.
But, for being so nice..I will give it to you now.
Consider it a little sneak peek at my brain.
(It's probably best to take it a bite at a time anyway.)
So, here it is: http://www.artfire.com/users/mavismagpie
Have fun looking. If you click on a pic it will take you to a few more pics and some info about it.
Some have stories about their inspiration, which is interesting.
So, if you've been refreshing facebook and refreshing facebook and nothing is changing-
then head over to my shop and read for a bit and then go back. It will help you pass the time between status updates and farmville requests. :)
Love to ya and peace be with ya~
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Okay, maybe it was a little bit awful. Oh, and I picked a fight with my husband.
Alright fine. Day 2 of blogging and already I'm hedging. Today was bad.
Then when I was at my very saddest, the doorbell rang.
I didn't want to answer the door.
I was teary and snotty-nosed and in my PJ's. It was one of those times when you look at the door and think..WHAT?! WHY?!
But I did answer the door and I'm glad, because these were there.
And they saved my day and threw in some awesome beauty and perspective!
So, a very big thank you to my mom, who is also my friend.
---Tulips, snapdragons and a purple eucalyptus heart--- Can't get any better!
So, my day was awful.
But then, it wasn't.
And so much of that is because of you, my friends, saying hello and
making *me* feel brave and loved in this world.
Thank you so much for that!
Tomorrow, I'll get to posting some art and links to my new
artfire shop, but for now...
goodnight and thank you.
A few days ago, something changed. I decided not to enter another year, afraid. Though to be honest, it still feels quite daunting. So, here goes....
Today- ten years ago, I found out that I was pregnant with my first child, a daughter named Davia Juliet.*
Tonight- eight years ago, she passed away.
And I was left with a choice. I had to audibly and physically choose to continue to love, in spite of the very real and very horrible risk that comes along with loving and being loved. I had to allow beauty to permeate my soul again. It took time and for some time, I felt no joy and saw no beauty.
Since that time I have grown, given birth again and adopted four older children. Yet, all the while, fear has been lurking in the background. Fear of losing someone dear to me, fear of this unknown and very temporary earth, but most of all the fear that perhaps all I have to share... is not enough. That it will be like dust in the wind.
It dawned on me, during the last year, that this bondage to fear has stolen my joy.
So, tonight despite the fact that my artfire shop pictures will not load and my head hurts from crying and that I am not really ready to present my naked thoughts and my art to the world....
Here I am.
I am Sandi. I am an artist. I make piles instead of cleaning. I am not a trained seamstress. And regrettably, I could not save my daughter's life eight years ago. I love buttons and fabric and beads and thread. I love rainstorms and laughter and I think that it matters that I'm still here with you, creating and loving.
I would love to share my art and my story with you.
Feel free to journey with me.
Tonight: I take back the joy I lost and I begin to share again what I make and what I do and who I am.
Goodnight to you. And to my Davi..I miss you.
I pray that by living on purpose, I honor you, my lovely daughter and our Father who made us and knit us together, ten very short years ago.
Thank you, my friends.
Here we go!