Dancing in the Sagebrush

Mom & Dad 1959

2009-04-24T23:14:00.000-07:00

50th Marriage Anniversary -Ups and Downs

2009-04-24T22:52:00.000-07:00

My parents got married in Idaho Falls, ID. They decided to take their honeymoon in Salt Lake City, UT via a small plane piloted by my dad who was an electrician in the Navy at the time. When it came time for them to return home to Idaho Falls, two snow storms converged upon them and they were forced to land on the highway in McCammon, Idaho.

As the newspaper article stated, "The sheriff came meet them and, lights flashing, escorted the taxiing plane to his own front lawn. There the plane parked until the storm passed. Then the Idaho State Patrol and the Sheriff escorted the plane, with its honeymooning Hales, to the highway, which they kept clear for takeoff for Idaho Falls."

They have a framed copy of the newspaper article in their home now. The headline read..."This Marriage Already Has Ups and Downs" Isn't that what long lasting marriage is really about? Isn't it about weathering the storms of life? Let's face it, marriage is not easy. My parents taught me a lot about balance. My dad taught me so much about the value of work and integrity and about doing the best at everything you do. My mother taught me the value of compassion and service and especially about the value of laughter. I think laughter is what got us through a lot of things. We used to have a saying....I will always love you...I may not like you all of the time, but I will always love you!!

My parents have had their challenges including death of loved ones, deployments, financial challenges, job losses, teenagers and health challenges. You name it, they have probably been through it.

My dad retired from the US Navy in about 1974 and is a very accomplished artist with some of his prints being published by Ducks Unlimited. He retired most recently from Stone & Webster. My mom did a wonderful job raising my sister and I and is an incredible seamstress and very accomplished sales and merchandising. Both of my parents are excellent ballroom dancers with multiple medals and trophies.

In this world of "throw away" relationships, this is what marriage is truly about. It is about weathering the storms and about sticking it out through the ups and downs of marriage. It is about not giving up because there is a torrential rain or a flood of bad luck now and then. Sometimes it is about finding a place to land and waiting for the storm to pass, so you can continue on in your journey. That is how my parents got through their 50 year journey.

Dancing en Pointe - Strengthening our Hearts, Bodies & Souls

2009-04-24T21:31:00.000-07:00

Some girls during their younger years take ballet lessons. During that time, it seems like every lesson is the same thing, day after day....and to some it may seem repetitious and even boring. Some aspire to become ballerinas, perhaps to become the ultimate prima ballerina. To do this a girl practices to dance en pointe, or upon her toes. To dance en pointe a ballerina must have balance and use the entire body for support. A ballerina seems to dance across the stage with delicate grace and beauty, seeming to float effortlessly like a butterfly lightly touching her toes upon the surface. Truth be told, this is only accomplished after years of pain and suffering. Underneath the beautifully laced slipper reveals feet that are scarred, bruised and calloused.

When my daughter was diagnosed with her disabilities, many people would tell me that Heavenly Father sent her to me because He knew I would be the best mother for her. Now, when I envisioned these "Special" mothers, I pictured women with the patience of saints who never raised their voices. I also pictured these women to be calm, always cheerful, heads held high and their feet lightly touching the ground as they effortlessly guided these angels from God through life.

Fortunately, someone sent me the following article by one of my favorite authors, Erma Bombeck.....

The Special Mother

by Erma Bombeck

Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressures and a couple by habit.

This year nearly 100,000 women will become mothers of handicapped children. Did you ever wonder how mothers of handicapped children are chosen?

Somehow I visualize God hovering over earth selecting his instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As He observes, He instructs His angels to make notes in a giant ledger.

"Armstrong, Beth; son. Patron saint...give her Gerard. He's used to profanity."

"Forrest, Marjorie; daughter. Patron saint, Cecelia."

"Rutledge, Carrie; twins. Patron saint, Matthew."

Finally He passes a name to an angel and smiles, "Give her a handicapped child."

The angel is curious. "Why this one God? She's so happy."

"Exactly," smiles God, "Could I give a handicapped child to a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel."

"But has she patience?" asks the angel.

"I don't want her to have too much patience or she will drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wears off, she'll handle it."

"I watched her today. She has that feeling of self and independence that is so rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I'm going to give her has her own world. She has to make her live in her world and that's not going to be easy."

"But, Lord, I don't think she even believes in you." God smiles, "No matter, I can fix that. This one is perfect - she has just enough selfishness." The angel gasps - "selfishness? is that a virtue?"

God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she'll never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect. She doesn't realize it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take for granted a 'spoken word'". She will never consider a "step" ordinary. When her child says 'Momma' for the first time, she will be present at a miracle, and will know it!"

"I will permit her to see clearly the things I see...ignorance, cruelty, prejudice....and allow her to rise above them. She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life, because she is doing My work as surely as if she is here by My side".

"And what about her Patron saint?" asks the angel, his pen poised in mid-air.

God smiles, "A mirror will suffice."

I have since learned that these other special mothers are also dancing en pointe and getting stronger with each step. Some days it is the same thing day in and day out. Some days we go to bed feeling bruised and blistered and a bit calloused.. Each day strengthens us, we are made stronger from the inside out as we reach out to have support and balance. As you unlace our hearts you will find a love that lifts us across the stage of life just as we feel the curtain might come down upon us. My slippers are worn, tattered and the laces are all but gone but my joy is full as I look upon my children.

Ignorance is not bliss, Ignorance is not finding out the facts!!!

2009-03-20T13:58:00.000-07:00

WARNING THIS IS NOT ONE OF MY FLOWERY POSTS....IT IS REAL LIFE!!!!
For two weeks my daughter, LadyJ who is 7, has been in the hospital. Not an ordinary hospital, a psychiatric hospital.She suffers from Bipolar, a form of autism and severe ADHD. I say suffer, because we suffer from other people's ignorance! I have lost very dear friends that I have had for many years because they do not agree with the diagnosis, or because they do not think she should be medicated, or because they think I should just parent her better.
I did not come up with these diagnosis on my own. Multiple doctors have met with us, I have given full medical, family and social histories to each of them. I would be thrilled if all I had to do was change my parenting style, that would be soooo simple!!! All of the doctors, psychiatrists and psychologists agree on all three disorders, they just don't agree on which one is the worst. All I know is I watch my little girl struggle day by day.

I can try to explain to you what she goes through, and you still would not fully understand it. You just have to live it and I would not wish it upon any one of you. I will still try. Imagine all of the emotion that you feel when you are deepest in love, that intense joy you feel. Now imagine the emotion that you feel when you have just been betrayed by that same love, that intense rage and anger. Now imagine that emotion that you feel when you have just lost that same love whether due to a breakup or death, that intense sorrow. In addition, imagine the emotion that you feel because your loved one is missing, that intense anxiety. THAT IS WHAT BIPOLAR DISORDER FEELS LIKE!!!

On the positive side, my daughter runs up to me when she sees me and throws her arms around me like she has not seen me in forever and screams "Mommy!!!" and plants kisses all over me...every single day!!! She has the deepest sense of compassion for those who may need her help or caring, and cries when I cry. On the other hand, it hurts her so much more when the kids at school start to tease her because she seems a little bit odd. It makes her angry when they don't play fair, or they don't follow the rules. It makes her angry when she feels she doesn't get her way. She lacks the ability to control those emotions completely and it frustrates her because she wants so much to please those around her. Bipolar disorder is a problem in the neurotransmitters in the brain, it is also genetic. I know how she feels because I also have Bipolar disorder, so does my sister and so does her 24 yr old brother.

Autism is a little different. I, like others, believe it was brought on after she received a round of immunizations, five to be exact at 11 months old. Her symptoms were typical at first, she would not make eye contact or talk, and she did some hand flapping. She also "read" the Las Vegas yellow pages one page at a time with her back to us and would get very angry if we interrupted her. She would also sing one line of a song over, and over, and over, and over, and over (you get the picture)and over again. (try this for 3 hours in a car!). This act of repeating words or phrases over and over again is called echolalia.

As far as ADHD, her brother had ADHD and we used to call him Woody Woodpecker (an old cartoon character)....well LadyJ is like Woody Woodpecker on speed!!!!

So, here is where the ignorance comes in.... I am a single mom dealing with all of this. It gets exhausting. When I tell people some of the things she does, I get comments like "all kids do that", or "maybe you just need to spank her butt!". I tried to call someone because I was exhausted physically, mentally, and emotionally. LadyJ was having a particularly difficult time and I really needed someone to come help me, even if it was just someone to come sit with me for a few minutes so I would not feel so overwhelmed. This person told me, "I'm sorry, I can't think of anybody I can send over because of the possible liability issue...." I WAS SPEECHLESS!! I told her I needed to go and hung up!! Since then, LadyJ has been hospitalized, no one has sent cards or letters, I have not had anyone call to see if I am okay, and I have been taking the bus 2 hours each way to the hospital to see her each day because my car is broke.

If LadyJ had a brain tumor or had been in an accident, people would be swarming with compassion and sending cards and letters and asking to help. Because this is a mental illness, people still think she and I have cooties!!!! COME ON PEOPLE, SHE IS SEVEN YEARS OLD!!! She did not do anything to cause this, I did not cause this, we do not do drugs, we do not smoke or drink or do anything perverted. SHE IS SICK!!! IGNORANCE IS NOT AN EXCUSE TO STOP CARING!!!!!

These Legs Were Made for Dancing but This Boot Ain't Made for Walking

2009-01-24T06:14:00.001-08:00

I can dance....I just don't know how to walk!!!

So here is the scoop..... I went dancing on New Year's Eve, had a good time. On New Year's Day however..... LadyJ and I were shopping and I went to step off a curb, but a car was coming so I tried to step back, but didn't make it. Needless to say, LadyJ and I both heard my ankle snap!!! Thankfully she remained calm and I was right next to the car. I called my most wonderful and dearest friend, who came to get LadyJ while her husband took me to the ER.

The ER said it wasn't broke, but I really felt like something wasn't quite right so I made an appt with the Ortho Doc. I had a bruise on the top of my foot where it connects to your leg...( I twisted my foot so far to the inside, that part of my foot hit the ground....yeah OUCH!!!) When you look at the X-ray, sure enough there is a piece of the bone floating right below the ankle (I have broken this before - basically, I sprained it so badly it rips part of the bone off) Anyway, Ortho Doc says he is not real worried about the little bone chip, he did another X-Ray and put me in a walking boot.

I went back today and my foot is still very painful and keeps swelling on the outside and the top. The Doc said it is likely just a very severe sprain, but he wants me in the boot for one more week. If it is not better then, he will do an MRI, to determine if there are some small bones broken or something that requires surgery......then he said it may just be that you aren't 18 anymore---(is that anything like saying "Hey lady, accept the fact that you are getting old and your body is going to take longer to heal!?!?!) I Will Always Dance!!!

Inaugural Ball

2009-01-24T05:25:00.000-08:00

The ladies were surely dressed in their very finest for the Inaugural Ball. Even the children donned their best attire for this event. The very best china was used for this very special occasion and the anticipation in the air was great as all awaited the arrival of our great President. The entertainment provided would prove to be lively and pleasing to the ear with both prose and melody. The weather was accommodating with just a slight breeze in the air to keep us cool. All would remember this great occasion for years to come.

My Presidential Choice.......

Abraham Lincoln

Dancing Cat

2008-11-12T07:11:00.000-08:00

For Halloween this year I asked MissJ what she wanted to have for her costume. In light of the most recent Disney Films, I truly expected to be at the local Wal-mart searching endlessly through the cluttered racks of cheap princess frocks that I would have to alter to make somewhat modest for a 7 year old girl. (Has anyone else noticed that the costumes out there look like they are all made for a prostitution ring?)
Fortuately for me, MissJ decided she wanted to be a "Cat with a crown and a tutu".
"So, you mean a dancing, cat, princess, right?" "Right!" So, here is what we came up with!

Dancing with IVan - Long

2008-10-20T17:09:00.000-07:00

During the first week of October I was given a challenge to do something for myself. Well my "retreat" wasn't exactly what I planned, but I can't really complain. I had an entire week with the TV to myself and more channels than I ever get at home! I had room service every day for every meal, and the food was pretty good, including dessert! I even had many wonderful people waiting upon me hand and foot.
Now about IVan, I first met him upon a brief interlude. It was a Friday night and the lights were low, there was an instant connection. I even received a serenade and a gentle massage that night. Well during this week, IVan and I again found ourselves instantly connected. Each time we danced, we found ourselves intertwined and often inseparable. When it came time for me to leave, our parting was slightly painful, but it was time for me to move on. IVan filled me with life and energy, and gave me strength to dance on my own two feet!
In case you haven't guessed I was in the hospital for a bit of a recharging of my batteries. Things are fine now and I am very grateful to all of my dear friends who helped me both while I was in the hospital and when I got home. Thank you to those who watched my dear Miss7, and who brought in meals and especially for those who kept me in their prayers. I shall continue to dance!

Dance Like a Butterfly, Sting Like a Bee

2008-09-27T23:58:00.000-07:00

MissJ started school a few weeks ago. I used to call my very dear friend the first day of every school year and wish her "Happy Mother's Day!" Forget that Sunday in May, where we work twice as hard and in my case, we receive our "annual sacrificial plant" at church. The day the kids go back to school after a long summer break is the true Mother's Day. Anyways, back to my title, I know the real phrase is "float like a butterfly" but #1 I don't want to be sued for using somebody else's quote, and #2 I wouldn't exactly call MissJ's movements as "floating".

Miss7 has High Functioning Autism and Bipolar disorder and ADHD, so she has a hard time with social situations, especially teasing. The first week of school she had punched three boys, one of them twice!! At first I told her to remember she would get spanked if she hit anyone, then I realized DUH~! That just reinforces the behavior we are trying to eliminate. Then I tried the "no TV after school, and bed right after dinner if she hit anyone". Well that worked for a day...

Then....I told her she is a child of God, and He loves her and I love her. She also needs to remember that these kids that are teasing her are also children of God and sometimes they forget that. I told her that next time someone starts to tease her, she should tell them that she doesn't want to fight, she would rather be friends. That afternoon she came home and said, "I DID IT! I DID IT! I stayed in the GREEN!! (Good behavior all day!)" She said, "the boy was teasing me and I told him we shouldn't fight because I am a child of God and he is a child of God !". I said "That's wonderful!!!, What did he say to that?" MissJ said the boy said "HUH?!?!?" and walked away.....she hasn't had a problem since.

Aren't kids great!!!!

Dancing Waters, Dancing Stars, Dancing Trees, Dancing in the Outhouse -Long

2008-09-14T20:34:00.000-07:00

The weekend before school started MissJ and I had the opportunity to go camping with our very dear friends up in Pine Valley, UT. Now this was a whole new experience for MissJ, and an experience that I grew up with my entire life and missed doing a lot. Unfortunately our arrival was later than we anticipated and the first order of business was a visit to the bathroom a.k.a. the outhouse. I should explain that MissJ has intense anxiety issues as it is. So up the hill we go, flashlight in hand and the drama has already begun!! She has had a bad experience with a roadside outhouse in Lathrop Wells, NV (something about flies in summer and ICE COLD toilet seats in winter). I continue forward, despite her protests. We get in the outhouse and I put the huge bundle of keys on the shelf (not my keys), and let her go potty first. Then, I tell her to hold the flashlight for me. As I sit there watching her face, she starts to scream, SPIDER, SPIDER, SPIDER!! I jump up, reach for her, the flashlight, my pants, and start to laugh and comfort her all at the same time !!! The keys on the shelf, did indeed look like a great big spider. With one arm around her clutching the flashlight, I finally pull my pants the rest of the way up, and we exit the outhouse. I try very hard to keep her from running down the hill, since I can't catch her while I am laughing because I would just have to go back into the outhouse again.

Our campsite was beautiful, there was a beautiful stream running behind it, and there were beautiful stars overhead. Saturday morning we adults took one hike up the mountain to where the stream began. At some points the climb was a bit difficult, and there were obstacles, but we were able to overcome them. Once we got to the top, the stream was smaller and more peaceful. There were cedars fluttering in the breeze, and white butterflies dancing effortlessly upon delicate white flowers. There were no voices, no music, no noise, just the peace and beauty of nature.

Saturday night was an amazing dinner with family and friends around a campfire, and homemade peach cobbler and of course s'mores. While many of sat down for a card game, MissJ was getting anxious for bedtime. She finally decided she was more tired than she was scared, and had a wonderful peaceful sleep for the night.

Once everyone had retired for the evening, I had the campfire to myself. It gave me time to reflect. I enjoyed the sound of the stream dancing along the rocks, the gentle breeze as it made the top of the trees dance along with the stream. The stars were twinkling as if they had their own ballet, a single shooting star was the prima ballerina making her great leap across the great stage. And of course the embers danced slowly and tenderly with passion just waiting to be fueled once again to the burning desire held within. As I continued to enjoy the peacefulness of the evening, I realized how grateful I am for all I have. I am so grateful for the very special people who have come into my life and for their friendships and especially for the dances I have shared, and the dances I have yet to dance.

I Need To Dance!!!

2008-08-21T22:21:00.000-07:00

I have been in counseling since December about a year after my divorce from Tony....then about 3 weeks after he died this last June, my counselor told me I needed to do something with my life, I needed to move on...
I was frustrated, and angry and as a parting comment I said, "I can't, I died a year and a half ago when we divorced!"
That comment has haunted me ever since.....I can't die!! Even though I was physically here, emotionally, spiritually, and mentally I was dying... and my daughter needed me!!
This is one of the reasons for starting the blog... I DO need to do something with my life. I Need to Dance!!!!

Spinning in the Sunshine

2008-08-18T22:00:00.000-07:00

When was the last time you put your arms out and reached out as far as you could, tilted your head back, and just spun around in circles! Fast or slow, just let yourself go. It is a wonderful way to feel total joy and just as wonderful way to cast your troubles to the wind. Today was a reflective day. I heard the song by Josh Turner, "If Love Gives Me Another Try". At that precise moment, the only two clouds in the sky came together to form a heart. I still miss my sweetheart, but I am greatful for moments like these to remind me how special life really is.

No dancing today

2008-08-16T21:44:00.000-07:00

Turning the music down...way down. I have a migraine today. Even the cats know I am not feeling my best. At nap time, MissJ was napping and both cats were asleep on my chest. Just over one week until school starts. I put in a request to keep MissJ at the school she was at last year, since it has a smaller campus and the staff already know her. I did get to talk to the principal in person, so hopefully that will help. I received a beautiful Dream catcher today as a gift. It is such a blessing to have wonderful friends.

A new journey

2008-08-13T21:53:00.000-07:00

Blogging, huh? Well turn up the music and let's see if we can get this party started! This probably should be a slow dance at first until I get into the groove of things. I think MissJ will most likely get the hang of things before I will. Come join us and let's have some fun. Don't worry about stepping on toes here. I walk on the bottom, you might as well walk on the top!!