Sunday, August 24, 2008
Ninth
Eighth
I had a realization this week. Actually, I had quite a few. (more later) On a ride with C, we were talking about parents and events of the summer. Through our conversation, I realized one of my basic beliefs about life needs to be revised.
I think most people feel gratitude for the amazing things that (most) parents do for their children. I think it starts as a child ("thanks for taking me to adventureland"), fades a bit during teenage years and returns as we enter adulthood. For example, I was and am profoundly indebted to my parents for helping support and fund my education, as well as all that came before and after. What especially amazed me was the experience of caring for my own infant. I remember thinking, my parents did all this for me, and I behaved so miserably as a teen? ( how could they ever forgive me? I know they realized it was part of growing up.)
After Kate was born, my mom was an amazing source of support as I fought through the stress, uncertainty and fatigue of having a new baby and returning to residency 5 weeks after Kate's birthday. (I took an extra week of vacation to extend my month long maternity leave.) Since that time I have recognized the need new mothers have for the advice and support of other mothers. The luckiest, like me, have a mother-figure close by to take care of the new mom and the new baby. I tell patients, "No one takes care of you like your mother".
But on that ride with C last week, I realized this is not the whole truth, not for everyone. Not everyone, unfortunately, has such parents as mine and, certainly I'm leaving out fathers. C, L and I are blessed to have accepting, loving parents who have a home we love to come back to. My mother can make almost anything happen if she sets her mind to it, and is the ultimate nurturer. Her weakness, of course, is taking care of herself. I think she is starting to learn this, I hope.
Dad also takes care of us, just in different ways. Of course, the amazing work I get to do everyday, the practice he built over 40 years is the best example. I have the best job in the world, and it is due to his hard work and generosity. Now that he is retired, he also spends his time doing the chores I have trouble getting around to--building K a loft, fixing the door to the rabbit shed.
My parents also shower their time and attention on my children, teaching them new skills, giving them the gift of complete acceptance and filling in as emergency babysitters at all hours.
I'm reasonably certain my parents did not facilitate things happening for me in this way when I was a kid. I remember Saturday mornings moving manure, making cider and learning the value of hard work. I remember mowing lawns, cleaning the office. Of course, there was lots of laughter and adventure as well. When I got only an A (not an A+) on the test; "What did you miss?" They made me who I am. The acceptance and encouragement I have received his amazing. I only hope I can be live up to the parenting model I have witnessed.
So I realize, not everyone has parents like mine. Not everyone is cared for by parents like mine; not everyone has a place to come home to. I noticed this first in college when friends couldn't believe I was willing to stay in the same town, and later in residency when people couldn't imagine why I was returning home, much less to practice with my parents. I love living close to my parents, for obviously selfish reasons. I would wish for everyone a caretaker of their own, whether parent, friend or partner. This summer, my family got to meet a new friend, a treasure, someone I would be glad to call my sister. I have gotten to watch my mom and dad take care of her. She deserves to be taken care of like this; we all do.
So I need to amend my thinking. I was wrong; its not "No one takes care of you like your mother", its "No takes care of me like my mom and dad". In a perfect world, that would be true for every child, for a very long time. Thank you, mom and dad from the bottom of my heart.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Seventh

The first day of school. Exciting changes for students and parents alike.
S began first grade with Mrs. H. He has not historically been forthcoming with details from his day. I thought I was pretty smart when I asked him to tell me three things he noticed his first day of school. His response: "Mrs. H is a girl";"Our room rocks";no third. I'll have to come up with a new strategy. I know he'll make huge strides this year, I'll just have to watch and learn.
K came home bubbling with information about her first day. She is learning to move into new challenges more easily. This is a development in her personality and I am proud of her. She loves her new teachers. She can't get her locker open by herself yet, but is dealing with this well. She has solemnly sworn to make good food choices at lunch. I am excited to see which band instrument she picks.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Sixth
Monday, August 4, 2008
Fifth



So, Ragbrai. Always an amazing week, and this year was no exception. People usually say the same thing when I mention Ragbrai, "you do Ragbrai?" and "The whole thing?". To which I could reply, "How could I not do Ragbrai, it is the special, different week of the year when I get to shed all responsibilities and do as I please"?....Of course, I love my life, I am the luckiest person I know. I live with an amazing husband, gorgeous children, I love my work.
But for that one week of the year all responsibility is lifted, and what a week it is.
Spending a week with Carlos, one of the greatest people in the whole world, is amazing. He is so much like me, we share so many memories, but he has chosen such a different path, and I have so much to learn from him. Taking Carlos' house, the airstream, made the trip so much fun. Living in a jewel box like a band of gypsy brothers and sisters, taking outdoor showers, eating beautiful meals as the sun sets, sublime.
Jen and Jason, I can't believe I have such neat friends. I secretly know its because I have such a cool bro that I got to meet them, but I'll take that. Again, I have so much to learn from Jen and Jason, lessons I hope to incorporate in the coming year.
We added new people this year, folks who will hopefully ride with us for always and ever. I am so blessed to know such people. Its amazing how hard it is for me to see all these friends split and go their separate ways at the end of the week. In my head, I know we can always be in touch and that we have many more weeks to spend together, but it is difficult to lose the constant positive affirmation of being with such amazing people. Oh, and difficult to give up the dancing, more about that later.
I love the opportunity to ride my bike; I can get so strong by the end of the week! I love my bike and the sensation of flying (as fast as this non-risk taker will ever move!) I try all week long to lift my eyes from the pavement or bikers in front of me and appreciate the beauty of the places we visit and attend to my good fortune to have such an opportunity.
The laughter, the fun, the dancing, the eating, the riding, did I mention that I get to do this with amazing people? We have a schedule--get up, laugh, get ready, bike, stop to eat, laugh, dance, bike. Then we get in, greet Marie and the other riders, rest, shower, talk, laugh. Then we eat and dance until the band is done. Shortly thereafter, sleep and repeat.
Enjoying an amazing week with fabulous, wonderful people, how could I not do Ragbrai?
Thanks team stream. What a ride.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Forth (go)
Amy, Kate, Sam and I.
Waiting for the fireworks. They were only 20 minutes long, but fantastic!
Our new friend from Bhutan.
The monks create mandalas our of colored crushed limestone as part of their meditation. Beautiful, so fragile and ephemeral.
Sam won't get dehydrated as long as he has a steady supply of popsicles! Waiting for the parade.
Scott raises his urn.
Kate at Natural History Museum.
Etched into the steps of the Lincoln Memorial. Our tour guide showed us that that the words have to be wet to be read easily.
Monday, June 23, 2008
third



S's seventh birthday party. This year he wanted Pokemon on his cake. He loves his new bionicle figures. Clowns came for entertainment. We had cake, presents and fun. I think the quote is attributed Alice Walker: " Time moves slowly,but passes quickly". This is especially true when it passes watching such fabulous children. I remember how pleased we were at such a quick labor, Kate screaming with delight when she heard the news her brother had arrived and how she fell in love with him just like we did. I loved nursing my babies but I thought he would never sleep thru the night. I know we won't recognize the last time we hear the patter of feet and the whispered "can I cuddle?" in the depths of the night. I know the next time with Sam will be just as amazing as before.
Sam enjoys life greatly and generally has a lot of fun. He is silly and loud at times and is quite frustrated by his sister. Kindergarten went splendidly; he is grown up and has a good attention span and self control. He is interested in animals, bugs and science in general. We are all excited for our vacation to Washington DC, we leave on his birthday.
I love you, my sweet baby!
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