A succinct description of who I believe I am.
MacDiva by day; OCD Castle fan by night.
I am a mother . . .
. . . of three 30-something “children”. They have all flown the coop. Off to bigger and brighter opportunities than Michigan can offer.
My oldest son lives in Brooklyn, NY, and is a judge. I love to tell him he is judgmental. It’s his job to be so. I’d love a job where I could offer my opinion and no one could disagree. He is gifted with logic and knowledge that can be intimidating at times and I’m his mother. He attended NYU and Brooklyn Law School with very few loans needed due to all the grants and scholarships offered to him.
My younger son is an artist and video animator as well as a video producer. We knew early on that he was gifted as an artist. We did our best to ensure he practiced that gift (just like a gifted musician needs to practice unendingly) and polish that gift so when he offers it to others, they see something profound and magical.
My youngest is gifted in her own way. She was born with cerebral palsy. When she was diagnosed at 9 months of age, the doctors could not offer any idea of what to expect to be her capabilities or any degree of disability. Each person born with cerebral palsy is impacted differently due to the area of brain damage at birth. Fortunately, she is stubborn, determined and pushed herself. She is one or two classes away from her college degree. She advocates for disability rights whenever possible.
Yes, I realize that my children are not who I am. However, I would not be who I am without them. Parenting is a “funny” thing. There are no user manuals given out at the birth of a child. You take the baby home and depend on books, parents and grandparents and other resources to help guide you as you raise them. If they become independent and are solid contributing citizens, you have accomplished much. The rest of who they are is determined by their own choices in life.
Firecrackers and Canadians and the Fourth of July
I was born July 3rd. My Dad used to say I was almost a firecracker. You know. Because of our nation’s Fourth of July anniversary – we overthrew the British.
Ring any bells? Sorry. We had to do it. The tea tax was the last straw. So when we celebrate, people blow off firecrackers and there are fireworks displays all over our country.
Canadians are like the “me-too” cousin. They have a celebration called “Canada Day” on July 1st. Like that’s so original. These are the folks who refused to fight against King George during the Revolutionary War and slunk up north to take cover. And yet they copy our holidays. What is up with that?
I lived in Winnipeg, Manitoba for 4 (loonnng and coooollld) months nearly 30 years ago. It was the middle of April but felt like the first of February.
They do talk “funny”. Sentences are punctuated with “eh” and if they are oberly excited, “eh” is uttered almost every other word and their favorite sports? My goodness!
One of their most favorite ever sports is curling which I thought was something women did while fixing their hair. Live and learn. Let me tell you, it is the most boring “sport” I’ve ever watched. Here in southeastern Michigan our shared international border offers Canadian televsion and an opportunity to study the ways of the Canadian. There is always hockey and curling on CBC TV network and endless beer commercials.
In fact, that’s basically a description of a Canadian. They love beer, hockey, beer, curling and more beer.
Yet they are the best neighbors ever. Our crazy government has not even discussed a gigantic fence to keep Canadians out. It might be the beer.