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A Child’s Spirit



Before the Cast

 Ah, the beautiful girl, waiting for her cast. I have learned so much from her, watching her deal with her brokenness. If it were me, I would be pouty and depressed.

Her spirit has been so full of love and light. The only time when she has expressed frustration is when when she said to me, “Mama, I want to be able to play tickle and run again.” Then she cuddled up to me and put her head on my shoulder. I just held her until she got over it. Other than that, she hasn’t shown any indication of discomfort or sorrow.

Princess Pink Bound

Now she is able to walk sometimes on her casted leg, as long as she uses her boot. Boy can this girl get around like a pro! Her problem solving skills are amazing to behold.  She figured out how to crawl off of her bed, drop onto her bottom, and scootch along the floor. The girl can pretty much go anywhere she wants now.

The first time that she did it was a shock to me. It was in the morning before work. I was in the shower, well, showering. I heard this knock on the door. As far as I knew, I was the only person in the house that was awake and she couldn’t get out of bed. I felt a whole bunch of panic, thinking that someone was sitting there, ready to rob me or something worse.

“Nutter-butter?” I said, hoping for a response, but none came, other than just another knock on the door. “Butter-boo, is that you?” Still no answer, just a knock. A little bit more panic came over me. Holy crap! Someone was going to kill me! I know, totally irrational. If someone was going to kill me, they sure wouldn’t knock. It was early, though, and I wasn’t quite awake.

I hurried and got out of the shower, trying to think positive thoughts about what was going on outside my bathroom door. When I finally wrapped the towel around myself and opened the door, there was my daughter with a HUGE grin on her face. “Mama, I figured out how to get out!” she said proudly.

I never thought your love for a person could grow exponentially every single day. My daughter amazes me.

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Of NaNoWriMo, Princess Pink, and Other Things

I know it has been a while since I have written. It has been very busy for me lately.

NaNoWriMo went much better than I thought it would. I was able to write 37,000 words and really enjoyed doing it. I had a few days of complete blockage, but I was able to work through it. I also had a couple of people read parts of  my novel and I think I have a good start! With six days left and a plan to get the 13,000 words written, I was fully ready to complete the first draft and “win.” Unfortunately, the day before Thanksgiving, my dear daughter fell off a purple dinosaur and broke her leg.

Yes, you read it here. A purple dinosaur broke my daughter’s leg. Well, technically it wasn’t the dinosaur’s fault, but it was a huge player in the catastrophe.

I thought I knew what it meant to have your heart hurt until you thought it would burst and you would die from it. I was wrong. Watching my daughter deal with the pain of a fractured tibia was the worst heart-pain I have ever experienced in my life. I do believe that I cried as much as she did when I had to help her stretch her leg out so that they could get the xrays.

After the trip to urgent care proved the necessity of a trip to the emergency room, we loaded my poor girl back up into the car and drove to the Cardon Children’s Medical Center. They got us in quickly and made sure that our daughter was well taken care of. We even got a visit from one of the therapy dogs, though I believe it was more for me than for my daughter.

The fractured tibia required a splint for a week. I took three days off of work. Thankfully my wonderful mother and father-in-law drove up to take care of her for two of the days. I am so thankful for their help! Because of them, I was able to get what I needed done at work. My girl did a fabulous job with the pain of the broken leg and staying off of her splint. Finally, the day came when she had to go to the orthopedist. The doctor’s office was wonderful, too. Everyone was so friendly. They got us in quickly, got the xrays done (again) with no pain for my girl (thank goodness).

I was not prepared for the casting process, however. Her fracture was slightly askew, so they had to realign her bones. I listened to her pain as they molded her cast to set her bone correctly. That was not fun at all, but at least it was not as bad as the day she broke her leg. Guess what color her cast was? If you said princess pink, you’re right!

And let me tell you, my girl is amazing to me. She hasn’t let this broken leg get her down. She’s kept her sense of humor and truly loves all of the attention she receives from everyone around us. Now we are sitting with four more weeks of princess pink and a child who has shown me how to deal with discomfort with a happy heart.

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Fascination with Bathrooms, part two

I figured that I would use a post to put the pictures from the men’s bathroom. I made my hubby send them to me so I could post them. 🙂 I love the “naked” woman picture. My hubby loves me so much, thank goodness, and doesn’t mind chasing my whimsy.

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NaNoWriMo, Here I Come!

Oh yeah… I’ve signed up. Hopefully my hubby will have a good heart and let me write. Maybe I’ll even get some of my friends to join me! 🙂 That’d be wicked rad.

If this doesn’t get me writing….

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Fascination with Bathrooms

I love interesting bathrooms. Last weekend, my dh and I went on a motorcycle ride. When we reached our destination, I had to use the facilities. Imagine my joy when I saw these! It was so bad, I even sent my hubby to take pictures of the men’s bathrooms. Maybe my book should be about all of the cool bathrooms in the world. Or maybe that is just where it should be set: A long time ago, in a bathroom far, far away. 😀

  
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The Journey Begins

I just had to be melodramatic for the title of my first post. I am hoping that this helps me to break the block that has kept me stuck for so long. I figure that the only way to get back to writing is to actually do it. No excuses. There are so many things that I want to write about. The ideas in my head that bubble around are pushing each other about.

I would like to write some fiction. I think that I could write something for young adults that they would really like. The key is to have an idea that is unique and yet interesting. That is where my problem lies. I have read so many books that I really don’t know which ideas are mine and which ideas are other people’s. It is a little bit crazy!

Someone suggested to me that I write about my life. I don’t think that is fodder for a good story. Perhaps that is just my insecurity talking. Maybe my life is infinitely more interesting than everyone else’s because of its utter normalcy. Maybe my life is normal only to me and to others it is astounding. Nah.

Well, this is too weird. I feel like I am being completely self-centered in writing so much about myself. I guess that is what you are supposed to do when you blog. It’s going to take getting used to.