We were invited to dinner with some friends last Friday night, to celebrate our friend Faith's 30th birthday. I said her 30th birthday.
As it turns out, we were unable to go because Suzie's seizures are acting up again and we are back in the "changing meds motif."
But after the call from Faith's husband, to invite us to her 30th birthday party, I got to thinking...
Now I recently turned 42, so if by chance we had grown up in the same town, which we didn't, I would have been a senior in high school while she was in kindergarten. And I can just imagine me walking by the kindergarten hall saying, "hey I'm looking forward to the time 25 years from now when we will get together with some other friends to celebrate your 30th birthday..."
Funny how time shades away those decades of difference, and the senior can be friends with the kindergartner...
we are once again having to re-adjust Suzie's seizure meds. The %$#&* things are sneaking through again, and just really causing problems for her. So it is "add a little bit of Medicine A, take a little bit of Medicine B, perhaps add a bit of Medicine C..." At times I feel like it is junior high chemistry class - a dash of this, a pinch of that...where is Mr. Wizard when you need him?
Every now and then in "Dad-dom" there are those moments. I had one of those today.
On her way home from Kenzo called and she was so excited she could hardly speak. Her voice was pitched up about two octaves. She was telling me about en experience she had with a new boy in her class. This new young man has Down Syndrome, and when he joined her class a couple of weeks ago Kenzo was sure that "God had him join my class because I have Suzie as a sister and understand about special needs kids."
Well this is Kenzo's story from today (delivered at about a million words a minute...)
"Dad, you are not going to believe what happened? I had asked (the new guy's) aide if I could read to him today, and she said 'yes.' So I got to read to him and it was great. And then my teacher told everybody about it and asked if they wanted to read to him, and NOW A BUNCH OF KIDS IN MY CLASSSWANTED TO READ TO HIM. THERE WAS A LINE OF KIDS WANTING TO HELP. EVEN THE BOYS."
And then after a moments she added, " I thought 'wow,' you just do a little bit and God will do the rest."
It is in moments like these that you realize the value of parenting, and remember what kind of impact you, and your child, can have.
The following came from sweet little just-turned-seven-years-old-old-this-week Mabel, as she was trying to categorize the bodily sounds that one of her sisters makes... (to protect the innocent, and/or the guilty, I'll leave out the name...