Zeke has a few cavities. Probably more than a few. Yes, we tried to avoid that reality. We really did try. But for a child who has FASD, or any number of other disabilities, and is extremely protective of his mouth, it’s rather impossible. From a few weeks old when he vehemently started refusing the pacifier and his bottle, we knew we were in for a long term battle in that area. Thankfully, he eats now, though he remains extremely picky, and he does brush his teeth. His way, and don’t you dare try to help him. Thus, cavities.
Some thoughts are long in the works. They mull around in my mind for days, weeks, and in this case, years before they come streaming out into some semblance of discourse. They are wrought with emotion at the beginning and full of resolve as I process them through. These are those thoughts. The reality is I could have written them down years ago, with less anecdotal evidence or personal experience brought to the table, but with the same conclusions drawn in the end. And that is quite sad. That needs to change.
Little Mister will be seven on Friday. Seven. It seems unfathomable that the years have passed so quickly since I first stared into his muddy blue eyes, which would soon turn the most beautiful shade of chocolate brown. Seven years since I first held him. Seven years since I first began to love him. At over four feet tall, he’s not so little anymore, but he will always be my baby, the youngest of our three. And he will always be the baby of his birth mom, the youngest of her three as well. He’s loved, well loved.
I think it’s safe to say that social media is good for a lot of things. For celebrations and lamentations. For rejoicing with those who rejoice and weeping with those who weep. For seeing our friend’s and family’s little ones grow up before our eyes. For learning about illnesses, job changes, new homes, vacations, deaths, weddings. For upholding each other in prayer. Life, in all it’s ups and downs and cycles of change. We can witness it all online now and what an amazing and beautiful thing that can be. Social media does so many things well.
I could never be a food blogger. First off, I don’t have the desire to perfect everything I make, at least not well enough to take photographs and lay out a step-by-step guide to making it amazing. I am more than happy to let other, much more talented folk do that for me. Then there is the simple fact that I just can’t picture myself saying things like, “naan is life” and actually meaning it, like I saw on a popular food blog recently. I mean, if naan is life, we have a serious problem, don’t we?! But I do appreciate a good recipe and I most definitely love to create.