I grew up in the country but not in as rural of an area as I am in now, but still the country non the less. I swore I would never be a farmer, I don't like to get my hands dirty. Dh says I am high maintance, which I guess in some ways I am, though I used to be by far worse. I don't wear makeup now like I used to, now its only for special occasions. My nails, well they are still clean but I don't go get them done once a week now :) My hair, well the best I can say is I brush it on a daily basis, LOL. I kind of miss being high maintance, but then again I don't miss the work it took. LMAO.
Well anyway, we have been seriously been thinking about getting a few farm animals, HA! I'm not really sure how I feel about it, as I have heard that animals can draw rats and mice and the idea vermin near my house, makes me cringe. :( Last week on craigslist there was some rabbits, Lionheads! They are adorable rabbits, well um I now have 7 rabbits. LOL 5 lionheads and 2 holland lops, I am loving them, though Austin has taken to feeding and watering them. Mom said that was going to be her job, but he asked if he could do it, so as long as he wants to I will let him!
So now my farm has started, in 2 weeks we should be getting a baby pig to raise! Possibly 2 one for us to keep and breed with a female when we get her and one for the boys to raise and take to the county fair! I can't believe I am getting pigs, it just doesn't seem like me. I do know we are also getting chickens and turkeys, I am okay with the chickens, I love fresh eggs! LOL So now instead of calling me the crazy soaping momma, I guess I am going to be the crazy soaping/farming momma. :P
I made up 2 batches of soap last night, Fruit loop and hello sugar, I swear those are my 2 all time favorite scents! :)
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Friday, March 6, 2009
I love them so much.............
And sometimes its hard being a mom. Sometimes you want them to grow up and you forget that the time goes by so fast. My babies are getting so big, I miss them being babies, I miss cuddling them at night. Now I only get to cuddle them when they are sick and thankfully they are not sick often. I miss holding them in my arms and smelling their sweet baby hair, now I am helping them get ready for school. My little babies are becoming preteens. It won't be long until my girls are having periods and dating. Or my boys are driving and having girls calling. Wow mom isn't ready for all of that, but its coming and its coming on like a freight train. I am so happy to see them grow, I am so happy to have them here and I wouldn't do it any other way, but just for a point of service don't wish your babies to grow up so fast, they do that enough on their own.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Different Abilities. YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!
You don’t understand and I don’t know how to explain it to you. But let me start by saying I am me. Me is many things. Me is a mother, a wife, a daughter, a sister, and a person. What do I strive to accomplish in this life? I strive to make my children’s lives easier and happy. I strive to be better person tomorrow than I was today. I strive to accomplish the goals I have set for myself. I fight for what I believe in, I cry, I laugh, I love, and I hurt. I love to color with my kids. I love to talk to my husband and my friends. I love to see my children laughing and playing and happy like children are supposed to be!
But in the long run my children are not like any other children; they are special, just like all children should be. They have special abilities and special characteristics. They give the best hugs and when they tell me “I love you mom,” I just melt. So how can I explain to them why you all are so mean to them? Why you can’t find it in your hearts to help them in the ways that they need to be. How can I explain to them that you took an oath that said you where there for the children but that since they are not “normal” you don’t care enough to help them?
You say you understand where I am coming from, but you don’t. You have never been there. You don’t know what its like to wake up every morning and send your child to a place that makes them miserable. What kind of people LOCK a 5 year old little girl in a room by herself? You are monsters; I would never lock my own child in a room. And if it was your child I can bet that they would not be locked in a room by themselves. Do you ever look at these kids and think what would I do in their parent’s shoes? Or what would I do if this was my child? Or how would I feel if I was this child? The child that I carried in my womb for 9 months and went through hours of labor with, to bring into this world. Or the child that I sit with while they struggle to do their homework because they can’t see it, but nobody cares because they are not a “normal” child. They have disabilities, but in our house they are not disabilities they are different abilities, they are not stupid children, they can learn and want to learn and you are taking away the joy in their educations. Why?!? Because they don’t fit in your square little box!!!! Well did you ever think maybe your box should be octagon.
Nobody ever said that being a parent is easy. But it’s my job and I love my job, I love my children!! I would do anything for them; I wish I could say the same about you. I think you are all in the wrong line of work, as you have no compassion, no empathy and no patience. You are not loving people, you are uncaring and mean, plain and simple. How can you say that you are doing everything you can to help them? How can you go home every night and look at yourself in the mirror and know what you did to those kids? How can you feel good about yourself? How can you let them fall farther and farther behind and not help them? I have asked for help, but what do I get “oh we are trying.” Trying WHAT?!?! Trying to make things harder for them? Trying to make them hate school? Trying to make them cry when they get up in the morning because they don’t want to go to school? If that’s what you are trying you are doing an AWESOME job. But if you THINK you are trying to help them, and make things easier for them, you are sadly mistaken.
You know I honestly don’t even know what to say anymore. I am hurt. I am ashamed of the way that children with different abilities are treated. I cry myself to sleep when I think about what you are doing to my children. And when I try to express how I feel, what a joke, Oh ma’am we UNDERSTAND how you are feeling. But you don’t. Your pretty little text books can not tell you that my heart is breaking. It can not tell you that I am consumed by guilt every time I bring my child into your school, because I feel like I am dropping them into the lions den. It can not tell you that I make sure to be within reaching grasp of the phone so that I can grab it if I need to, incase you call to tell me you can’t deal with my child anymore. That you can not keep my child safe. Because that’s what it boils down to, you are not fit to provide my children with an education. You are not fit to get to look at their smiling little faces or hear their gorgeous laughter.
I cry as I write this. As my babies lay sleeping in the next room, me knowing that I have to wake them up tomorrow morning and send them back to the lion’s den. It tears me up inside, it gives me headaches on a daily basis, it eats me up. And so when you say you know how I feel, do you? Do you really know how I feel? Can you really put yourself in my shoes? Without your textbooks, flash cards and all your other fancy educational materials, can you put yourself in my shoes? I wish you did know how I feel, and how hard it is. But you know what else, I would never wish different abilitied children on people like you, they are special and it takes a special person to parent them and I don’t think you have it in you……
But in the long run my children are not like any other children; they are special, just like all children should be. They have special abilities and special characteristics. They give the best hugs and when they tell me “I love you mom,” I just melt. So how can I explain to them why you all are so mean to them? Why you can’t find it in your hearts to help them in the ways that they need to be. How can I explain to them that you took an oath that said you where there for the children but that since they are not “normal” you don’t care enough to help them?
You say you understand where I am coming from, but you don’t. You have never been there. You don’t know what its like to wake up every morning and send your child to a place that makes them miserable. What kind of people LOCK a 5 year old little girl in a room by herself? You are monsters; I would never lock my own child in a room. And if it was your child I can bet that they would not be locked in a room by themselves. Do you ever look at these kids and think what would I do in their parent’s shoes? Or what would I do if this was my child? Or how would I feel if I was this child? The child that I carried in my womb for 9 months and went through hours of labor with, to bring into this world. Or the child that I sit with while they struggle to do their homework because they can’t see it, but nobody cares because they are not a “normal” child. They have disabilities, but in our house they are not disabilities they are different abilities, they are not stupid children, they can learn and want to learn and you are taking away the joy in their educations. Why?!? Because they don’t fit in your square little box!!!! Well did you ever think maybe your box should be octagon.
Nobody ever said that being a parent is easy. But it’s my job and I love my job, I love my children!! I would do anything for them; I wish I could say the same about you. I think you are all in the wrong line of work, as you have no compassion, no empathy and no patience. You are not loving people, you are uncaring and mean, plain and simple. How can you say that you are doing everything you can to help them? How can you go home every night and look at yourself in the mirror and know what you did to those kids? How can you feel good about yourself? How can you let them fall farther and farther behind and not help them? I have asked for help, but what do I get “oh we are trying.” Trying WHAT?!?! Trying to make things harder for them? Trying to make them hate school? Trying to make them cry when they get up in the morning because they don’t want to go to school? If that’s what you are trying you are doing an AWESOME job. But if you THINK you are trying to help them, and make things easier for them, you are sadly mistaken.
You know I honestly don’t even know what to say anymore. I am hurt. I am ashamed of the way that children with different abilities are treated. I cry myself to sleep when I think about what you are doing to my children. And when I try to express how I feel, what a joke, Oh ma’am we UNDERSTAND how you are feeling. But you don’t. Your pretty little text books can not tell you that my heart is breaking. It can not tell you that I am consumed by guilt every time I bring my child into your school, because I feel like I am dropping them into the lions den. It can not tell you that I make sure to be within reaching grasp of the phone so that I can grab it if I need to, incase you call to tell me you can’t deal with my child anymore. That you can not keep my child safe. Because that’s what it boils down to, you are not fit to provide my children with an education. You are not fit to get to look at their smiling little faces or hear their gorgeous laughter.
I cry as I write this. As my babies lay sleeping in the next room, me knowing that I have to wake them up tomorrow morning and send them back to the lion’s den. It tears me up inside, it gives me headaches on a daily basis, it eats me up. And so when you say you know how I feel, do you? Do you really know how I feel? Can you really put yourself in my shoes? Without your textbooks, flash cards and all your other fancy educational materials, can you put yourself in my shoes? I wish you did know how I feel, and how hard it is. But you know what else, I would never wish different abilitied children on people like you, they are special and it takes a special person to parent them and I don’t think you have it in you……
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