My mommy is really sorry.


Mom is taking over today. I told you she would from time to time.. She said I needed to skedaddle, so I’ll do my best. “La, la, la….I’m not listening.

Justice in Cubby 001

 

For those of you who follow or read me elsewhere, this will be old news. Sorry about that! For those of you who are hearing this for the first time……stay where you are.

My friend (Stirling Gardner) created a site: An Open Apology. Anyone is welcome to write and submit an apology letter, anonymously or not. It doesn’t matter who the recipient is, what you’re sorry for, or what tone you write in. It just matters that you mean it.

HERE IS MY SUBMISSION (apology to Justice):

Although these words will never meet your ears, I’m apologizing anyway.  You are and will always be protected by what I felt that day, in that moment. After all, I’m a mother. I’m your mother.  It’s my job to protect you.

Admitting something I’m deeply ashamed of isn’t easy. Even your father doesn’t know this.  How could I tell him? He didn’t share my feeling. He didn’t share my fear. I didn’t want to look less in his eyes or risk losing a piece of his heart. But, this isn’t about him. It’s about you and me.

During my pregnancy, nothing was out of the ordinary. Although it had been eight years since your sister was born, it was like riding a bike. The only difference:  I was deemed to be “high risk” because of my “advanced maternal age”.  At 40, I was five-years deep into the label.   I didn’t mind. I felt great.

Besides the standard “what sex is your baby” ultrasound, (I’m sorry my heart sank a bit when they told me you were a boy. Your sister has proven that raising one girl is more than I can handle.) I was advised to get a genetic one due to my ancientness.

TO VIEW THE REST, GO TO: Mom Apologizes to Son with Down Syndrome

 

 

All dressed up with nowhere to go….(not awake that is)


First of all: Did you miss me? I knew we’d make it back okay. And…..it was the same way we left, not by a rescue boat or plane. That would’ve been cool though.

Here we are…..so excited to leave. But why am I between two moving ships? I’m sure some disability protection act or something was really violated there.

Departure Baltimore

One night we got to dress up a little and go to the dining room.

This is my mommy and daddy.

Cruise Dining 1

Daddy hates this picture, but mommy posts anything she doesn’t hate of herself. See those eyebrows? In the car, on the way to the ship, she started tweezing. She forgot to take off the old powder/pencil stuff she had on. She thought she had more eyebrows than she really did. How silly!

After…..she looked like a sleepover prank gone wrong (..or right). They don’t make toupees for brows, so she had to pencil them in. Why does she get to draw on herself and I can’t? Grownups are so funny!

These are my crazy brothers and my insane sister. They wish they were as cute and popular as me. It was like Cheers. Everybody knew my name.

(But where am I?)

Dining 2

Well…..The night before I partied an itsy-bitsy-bit too much with this pirate I met. He was really friendly. He must have tweezed his moustache away, because he drew on his face too.

Party with Pirates

I wasn’t up for dining in my fancy clothes the next night.

Pirates are crazy!!!

Partied Out

And that green band is not a pass to drink Rum.

(WINK WINK)

 

Dream or Nightmare?


My mommy decided to record me dreaming last night. She was right outside my door and I didn’t even know it. Now she is using my blog to post my dream with the translation. One day……I will get my privacy!

Tomorrow we leave.

Don’t miss me too much when I’m on my cruise.