Rose called the other night.
I was upset about something.
She told me to drink some wine, eat some chocolate, get in my bed and do some Duolingo.
Who’s the Mama?
This has been a year of upheaval and sadness.
Rose is trying to find her way in a world without her grandfather, Bop.
She is confused by the actions and beliefs of folks we thought we knew.
The internet has a plethora of misinformation.
This pandemic has isolated everyone.
Rose misses her international friends who were not allowed to return school.
She calls home a lot.
We cry, we laugh and we have long discussions about topics we never mentioned before.
We both are struggling to stay good and kind through our confusion and anger.
Neither of us are “sugar-coaters.” We are blatantly honest.
But we are also observant and thoughtful.
We are both learning to quietly wait and see.
Like floating in our ships while waiting for the clouds to clear
so we can navigate by the stars we know to be true.
Ignoring the flash and bang of the over-confident and ignorant.
Waiting for the dust to settle
and the phoenix to rise from the ashes of this catastrophe.
Steady Rose. Hold your course. Follow your star.
Well mamas I think we are finally there.
I am still mama bear, but my baby can fend for herself.
She has a rather unusual curriculum this semester which includes two classes that involve physical activity.
A high heart rate is a seizure trigger for her. We know this from years of experience. We used to see her red face and tell her to rest. She now wears a fit bit to monitor this for herself.
She had to explain this to her professors. There was some doubt. I do not blame them. As a former teacher and biology instructor, I have heard outlandish excuses. We have to keep things fair.
Rose wrote to her neurologist to get a letter explaining the need for accommodations. She received a thorough letter from our hero doctor.
We have worked too hard to get her driving and living on her own to backslide.
Rose even trusts these instructors enough that she is sharing our book with them. I appreciate that she feels this level of confidence in herself, too. Our book is very personal.
I told her to handle this issue herself and she did. That is how it should be.
Someday she may have a boss who doesn’t understand her condition and she will have to be her own advocate. She needs to know how to negotiate.
This is what you want Other Mothers. A strong child who can handle their unique situations with confidence.
I am super proud of my Rose.
I hope she stays safe AND has fun.
We will miss her, but she belongs there.
The elephant stayed hidden. I am proud.
I have been known to bring home pets without permission.
Either the creature needed me or I needed it, so it came home with me.
Now, when I see an animal and say “It needs me.” or ‘I need it.”, someone in the family chants “NO MORE PETS” like a mantra.
Once, I had a long vivid dream in which I brought home a baby elephant and had to keep moving it around to hide it.
That is how I feel now, like I am hiding an elephant.
Its name is Fear.
Rose goes back to the university tomorrow. She is packing. I am sewing.
There is tenseness in the air. She knows I am anxious.
She has bags of mask to give away for her “Circle of Safety.”
Rose knows that I am a COVID nutcase.
I need her to be my ‘wingman’ on outings. I am fiercely afraid.
I fear the virus will find us. I fear it will take someone I need and love.
I have lost enough this year.
So there is Fear looming large, like an elephant.
I am trying to hide it.
I just need to keep it in check another day and a half.
Mama Bear is hiding her elephant from Baby Bear,
because Rose has her own elephants that she hides from me.
It’s a game we play, Hide and Don’t Seek.
I don’t need my elephant and neither does Rose.
Rose is preparing to return to the university next week.
I am trying to be cool about it, but below the surface is…
Surprised? This must be your first visit to this blog.
Fear and I have a long-running feud going.
So what’s a mama bear to do when her cub leaves the den to go out into a pandemic?
My regulars probably guessed the answer…
My strategy for handling this pandemic is to create “circles of safety” around my friends and family.
I call it “Operation COS.”
I figured they would be safer if the folks around them are safer.
So I sew. (Even my mail-carrier has my masks.)
Rose will return to school with many purple masks to share.
Male masks will be made today. I sewed in my sleep last night.
Two layers of cotton with two layers of polypropylene in the middle.
This is how crazy people get through the maze.
Seizure Mama and her sewing machine.
STAY SAFE and STOP THE SPREAD
The new variants are more contagious.
Everyone needs to increase vigilance until we are vaccinated…at the least.
This link gives great information on how to be better protected.
STAY SAFE and STOP THE SPREAD
I have been making masks and giving them away since March 2020.
I have always hated to sew and iron.
Now I do both every day because I want this virus to quit being passed around.
Enjoy the collage of some of my masks.
You may recognize yours in the photos.
PLEASE STOP THE SPREAD
We arrive at this day, January 21, 2021 both hopeful and grateful.
On this date last year, we released our memoir Seizure Mama and Rose by Flower Roberts.
I will be forever grateful to our publisher Joshua A. Holmes for helping me rush our book to print as my late father battled cancer. I will always remember my friends, Jimmy and Joyce, helping to quickly edit our book after my sister, Rachel, hurriedly marked it up.
Most of my gratitude goes to Rose, who not only survived these stories but also courageously agreed to share them. Her bravery continues to inspire me to take the hills of this life.
This has been a tumultuous year for our family and our nation. Our family is grieving the loss of my precious father, but also healing and helping each other. I remain hopeful for improvements in the curbing of the pandemic and the political unrest in America.
One of the bright spots of the publishing experience has been hearing from other parents of children with epilepsy, advocates for the disabled and medical professionals. It warms our heart to know that our stories have helped you.
Thanks to all who have read our book and responded.