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Rose and Snow

Our southern state had two historic snowstorms in the past two weeks. Many record levels of snow were reported. My Facebook feed is full of pictures of friends in snow with rulers to brag about amounts.

Rose has always been fascinated by snow. Our house has a stand-up freezer which contains Rose’s Snow Collection. Every snow at our house since her early childhood has been documented by a snowball in a bag with the date written on it.

32 snow balls

This might sound like a parent’s cute idea, but believe me, I would rather have the freezer space. I did put my foot down and ordered Rose to remove any bags with undiscernible labeling.

I am not sure where all this snow data will end up, but for now it is safely housed among giant packs of frozen chicken wings. I guess the freezer will go with her when she moves out eventually.

Not being folks to stay inside, she and her daddy had many daytime and night-time adventures in the Polaris side-by-side. She shared photos and videos of each outing. I received excited phone calls afterwards to report on all wildlife, including other humans, that they encountered while out and about.

I loved hearing her recordings describing what was being shown in the videos. I found the subjects of her photos interesting as well.

Rose sees the world with her heart. I will share some of her photos with a quick video at the end of her squealing as her dad drifts in an empty marina parking lot.

The entire yard is full of deer tracks.
Evidence that the deer herd has crisscrossed the back yard as well.

I am grateful for Rose’s zest for snow and outings in snow. It makes me happy to see her finding such JOY all around her.

That’s my Rose shreaking and her daddy laughing.

That snow collection, however, is another story.

Mama FLOW

Mama Bear to Mama Dare

I woke up to the image of the octopus carrying two halves of a coconut shell. You may not know what this means, but I do.
It means giving up freedom for safety. That’s what I have done. That’s what I have modeled for Rose…until now.

Hitting rock-bottom is a great place to start transformation because only YOU can choose when and if to move. That’s how it starts Mama Bears. The fear has won and you are stuck down there on the bottom. You can stay down as long as you like.

Is this a future down here paralyzed with fear? You are not dead, but you might as well be. That is where I was late last summer, down and not getting up. Why should I? When I rose up from the ashes, I would be carrying the same fear and shoveling that same sand against the same tides. Lose:lose:lose…

Is safety the ultimate goal? Is life on the bottom worth living? What are those two halves of coconut shell REALLY doing for you? They are like two anchors weighing you down. You are carrying them around just in case you need them.

Do you REALLY want your child doing this? Remember, this is their childhood. You did not start lugging around fear until you became a parent. They do not realize this.

Is this REALLY safety or just the illusion of it. What are you REALLY prepared for with those coconut halves? Guilt avoidance? Shield from blame?

Stop with all that safety. Do what is necessary and drop the rest of that load of ‘Preparedness for all the What Ifs of the World.’ Will those two halves of coconut shell REALLY save you?

I dare you to drop them and run free. I dare you to let your child see you without that shell. I dare you to drop the damn fear.

I did and a miracle has finally happened. Rose dropped her fear, too. She is writing, she is reading, she is talking, she is calling friends. SHE IS BACK!

Mama Bear… drop the damn shell.

Walk free and see what will be.

Please.

Just Mama…No Seizure

Just Becca and Rose

https://www.msn.com/en-us/video/animals/octopus-walks-along-ocean-floor-carrying-coconut/vi-AA1zNbiv

Good News and Bad News

Rose is finally driving again. She is enjoying her return to independence and arranging trips with friends. I am so happy to be at this point after months without that freedom. She continues to search for training and employment opportunities.


A new symptom has emerged…aphasia. It started six days ago. Her speech has improved, but there are still occassional pronunciation glitches. We are still waiting to hear from her neurologist. We expect some scans will be required to get to the source/cause. I will not borrow trouble until then.

Mama in waiting.

How Rose Got Strong

Rose got strong by falling down
and getting back up by herself.

I have said it is her SUPERPOWER

Rose got very sick several times at college
She walked to the infirmary by herself.
She got medications and went home to rest and recover by herself.

Rose had a seizure at work, gashed her head open, got staples at the ER, missed a week of work and went back to work by herself.

Rose ran over a boulder in the dark on a mountain road and drove home by herself.
Rose’s car was totaled. She had it towed away and got a replacement rental car.

Rose got help when she needed help. No one was hovering in the wings waiting to rush out and save her. We were three hours away.

Rose took care of herself by herself. She had to. She needed to be stronger than the strongest healthy woman.

Rose had a stroke in her dormroom and crawled across the floor and beat on the bathroom door with her unparalyzed arm until her suitemate heard her and called an ambulance.

She did homework and emailed her professors from ICU. She went back to school a week later. Weak but determined to graduate on time.

Rose had heart surgery right after graduation to close the hole in her heart. She watched on a screen as the surgeon closed the hole. That is who she is!

THEN SHE CAME BACK HOME TO LIVE WITH HER  PARENTS.

She has spent TWO YEARS transitioning onto a new medication combination that failed and then back to the old medication combination that worked better, but not completely.

Now we are waiting until she can drive in April. Then what? She still has epilepsy.

IS SHE STILL STRONG? MAYBE.

We do not know for sure because she doesn’t have to be. Enabling is involved. Slackness is tolerated. There are no consequences. We are here to do for her what she does not do for herself.

SHE NEEDS TO BE BY HERSELF TO BE STRONG.

DO NOT ROB YOUR SPECIAL CHILD OF THEIR SUPERPOWER!

S T O P       N O W

Right now!

Mama

Should They Look Through Our Looking Glass?

I really wish we were not in the midst of another conundrum. Our path has never been simple nor straight forward. Many disasters we prepared for never happened. We have been blessed with some miracles. There has been and will always be extra uncertainty where Rose is concerned.

I was reminded of the very beginning of our journey today by a message of a parent that is on the line between febrile seizures and official epilepsy. They are not sure whether to hang back and hope for only a febrile seizure diagnosis or take the plunge into the dreaded diagnosis.

I told them to message an address and I would mail them a book. Now, I question the wisdom of that offer. Maybe they are ready for the first few chapters of Seizure Mama and Rose by Flower Roberts, but they might need to stop at the big E diagnosis.

I asked myself, would I have wanted to know the rest of the story twenty-eight years ago? There is some wisdom in the biblical term, a light at your feet. I do not think I could have handled the foretelling of all that would follow.

We took many challenges as they unfolded. We had faith that a treatment would come along to save Rose, or atleast stop the worst seizures. We needed that faith. It helped us get through terrible surprises that emerged.

So here we are, decades later, on the cusp between faith in drugs and the risk of a seizure that will most likely come at some point. Wanting her to be as free as possible.

Her dad and I are older now. We are tired. There has been enabling and spoiling that is difficult to correct. Rose is still hoping for independence. Everybody needs that to happen.

She may be allowed to drive in April. Then what? An instant job and apartment? Sudden interest in cooking and cleaning? This could all fall apart with one drop.

Do these anxious parents really want to see through our looking glass?  Part of me says yes. Rose is still alive. She is a college graduate. She has a great sense of humor. She has only broken one bone in all those seizures. All that is positive.

She is still at home in a room I have dubbed, The Rose Museum, because things go in and never come out. We suspect she needs physical objects associated with memories. No change has been made in there. I do not allow myself to enter.

If that looking glass pans over to see her weary parents and worried brother, they may wish they had not seen the effects it has taken on her caregivers. We call it, The Toll.

I question my role as a advocate for parents when we have not reached the finish line. Maybe I need to be a model for acceptance. I am not sure I am capable of that.

I told myself that folks needed company on their journey, not a leader. I can commiserate. I can empathize.  I can quietly listen. I have no wisdom for them to learn from. I still feel as uncertain and scared as I did in the beginning.

There I said it!

I am sorry if that is not what you wanted or needed. That is where I am, decades into this.

Seizure Mama

Driving to the Mailbox

Rose has months to go before she will be cleared for driving. She feels a bit trapped due to her dependence on others to drive her places.


Now that packages are arriving for Christmas, I have given Rose the task of driving to the mailbox to get them.


Our driveway is a winding, gravel, single track through the woods. This is good practice. She drives to the gate and must do a three-point road turn to head back home. These trips are her tiny taste of freedom.


It’s a win:win. She likes the job and I don’t have to stop what I am doing to retrieve boxes.

Mama Flow