Spunky Harper: An introduction

                                                       

                                                                              Spunky Harper                                       

                                                  the leaping sight and sound of plucked harp strings

                                                  calls her to mind

                                                  she lifts my spirit

                                                  with innocent harmony and movement

                                                  my lips smile in delight

                                                  inviting laughter as its company

                                                  her melodies bear an ethereal sweetness

                                                  that can only come from the heavens

                                                  the heart of a harp's crescendo

                                                  is her being

                                                  and the stillness of its strings

                                                  her soul

Fat is Fun!!!

To some, this may be true but to some who have all their insecurities up their sleeves (WHO ME?), this couldn’t be further from the truth. I’ve had my battles with weight and I still do but hopefully this post will elicit laughter from you as it did with me and my family. Something that will help you see things on the “lighter” side and to not be too hard on yourself. 

Fatify (more on this at http://www.fatify.com/) is one of the fun and FREE apps for the iPhone/iPad-mini/iPod trifecta. This app also allows you to enjoy other features like facial animation and sounds.

Enjoy the portraits below.

Exhibit 1: Hubba

Exhibit 2: My son, Super A

Exhibit 3: My daughter, Harperoo

Exhibit 4: Nephew, Kymoi

Exhibit 5: Nephew, Syoti

Exhibit 6: Niece, Sofie

Exhibit 7: Moi

Super A: An introduction

A series of soliloquies, dialogues and conversations dedicated to my son.

Pedia:          I would like for you to see a specialist. I think your child may be autistic.

Hannds-On-

Mom:          Say what? (tears almost immediately welled in my eyes and as hard as I tried to stop myself from crying, I burst into tears)

[My son was on another table busily arranging medicine boxes in a row, which I thought to be a display of advanced skills]

Pedia:          He exhibits behavior typical of a child in the spectrum

HOM:           (Spectrum? Like a color spectrum…?) I’m sorry Doc (helping myself with a box of tissue she automatically handed to me even before I asked)

Pedia:          You need to see a specialist. I can recommend one for you. You may also want to visit therapy centers. The earlier the intervention, the better the chance for your child to live close to normal.

[Please Lord, this can’t be…]

HOM:          Ok Doc. Thanks. (How can I stop crying… smile – breathe in, breathe out… Why – why is this happening? Why my son?…)

[When I reached the car with my son and the help, I was still crying for another 10 minutes. My son, oblivious to my emotional breakdown… the help, more oblivious.]

It took me 7 years of going through several downward spirals of wretched breakdowns to realize that I was given a very special gift and one of the chosen few to celebrate this gift. My son taught me to become the mother I could never have been and in so many ways continues to help me become the person I strive to be. 

                        To AJ, my Super hero!

Mama: 24/7/365

Admittedly, I am not your typical hands-on-mom where one spends time with her children

24/7. But really, in this day and age, who EVER is a hands-on-mom? Ok, maybe a handful

of you out there and I salute, hats-off and doing the “I am not worthy”-worship gesture

to you. But this is not a showcase of my capacity as a mother as the "label" may seem to

imply. For me, self-aggrandizement is not something that is worthy of any thinking (or writing) as I know I am light years away from being a perfect, even good, mother. But I do my best.

I advocate special children's rights/issues specifically on Autism although I am not really into activism (ooh, it rhymes). But I am hoping this blog would find its way in helping those that need it most.

In as much as I am doing this for my children, I am equally doing this for myself in my pursuit to do something cerebral at the same time purposeful to the community (cringe) in my own little way and for those that will somehow find solace/relation in my posts.

So there, I am no martyr or stage mother but I know that when my children need me, I am and will always be there for them... 24/7/365.