Loss changes you. I had never experienced that feeling of being so changed until my father was killed, then a year later my brother died. Losing someone that close to you makes the world a different place. The desire to go on, obtain goals, and enjoy life goes away. I love this quote:
Losing people you love affects you. It is buried inside of you and becomes this big, deep hole of ache. It doesn't magically go away.
Yes you go on, you continue to function in life, focusing on the family you have left and your lost one's desire to make life good. That's what they would want. My dad and brother would want us to be happy, focus on our children, and laugh everyday.
To my Dad:
My Dad was my mirror, without him I can't see myself.
Lung Cancer?? Are you serious? This is happening to a healthy, active person who has never smoked a day in her life. Not only that, but has no family members that smoker or friends that light up. The big C word sends anyone to their knees, especially when you least expect it, no symptoms, and no family history. This past year, our family has lost two very close family members and the emotional roller coaster has been unbearable. Come to find out the specialist goes on to say that he's not surprised with all our losses that it was lung cancer. Did you know that emotions go to your lungs? Yes, our lungs house our emotions, and if you are one to hold those emotions inward, you could be harming your body. My advice for you all, is deep breathing, yoga, or acupuncture all help with releasing these emotions. Don't let it be you, let them out.
Asthma is a disease that was little known to myself and my husband. With four small children, we felt blessed that they were all healthy. Our son, who is number 2 out of 4, was constantly getting colds. I was a stay at home mother, so it wasn't like he was exposed to a lot of other children. My husband and I noticed that every time he got a cold, we wound up in the ER at the hospital. We would spend a night almost every time and they'd send us on our way. Over time, we became very concerned about how often he was sick and in the doctors office. My other children would get colds, but they would run their course and be fine, but not put in the hospital. Finally, I had to throw a huge fit. We were sent to OHSU and he was diagnosed with Asthma. We were just excited at that point to have some sort of course to take with him. Since then, four years later, he is on two daily breathing treatments and is doing remarkable. He plays sports, rides his horse, and helps with the hay and cows. Awareness is the key.
As we all know, each of us have things that help us with stress relief. It is important for our overall health to have somethings we use to help manage this stress. Life is so busy with children, work, keeping up the house, finances, and worrying about people's health and safety, it's so easy to feel overwhelmed and beat down. I am going to share a few of my stress relievers that help me, and would love to hear some of yours.
Mine are; jogging, ride horses, reading, and being with family. Family time is what gets me through each and every day. My four children keep me hopping and on my toes. Don't let life get so busy and stressful that you don't slow down and enjoy the things that make you happy.
Dyslexia-Recognizing it in a Child
With four children of my own, I feel that I have quite a bit of experience with learning patterns
and individual needs. When my oldest son was in kindergarten, I recognized that he was learning
differently than my other children. The first sign I saw was when he'd try to spell words, and he
would begin to write them backwards. The teacher reassured me that it was normal, and he would be
fine after sometime. In first grade, the class was on its way to memorizing sight words, and many
of them. When I made flash cards for him to practice with, he would start sounding them out from
end to beginning. The teacher reassured me that is was normal, and he would be fine after sometime.
I held my son back in first grade because of his struggle with reading and felt I made the right decision.
By the middle of his second year of first grade, I was frustrated and anxious.