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Whip Me Up

It was the first thing I noticed this morning as I dragged my weary bones out of bed.  That unmistakable autumn howl here in New England.  An eerie, echoing wind that is difficult to do justice if you don’t already know its sound.  

It whips around, weaving in and out of the cookie-cutter ranch homes on our street.  It lifts the reddened leaves from the pavement and scatters them elsewhere.  I can smell the wind slipping in through the cracks around our doors and windows and I think to myself that perhaps it will be a very cold winter this year.  

But today looks as though it will be a beautiful day – dotted high clouds and a sharp crisp in the air.  But I’m not buying it.  I am angry.  I feel battered and beaten. 

I know how to make good from the bad.  I have had lots of practice in the last several years.  I really do often fight the urge to complain, rather I embrace the suckage and try to find the silver lining.  That damned silver lining. 

We have had success at hockey games before with RM, but this time she unraveled right before my eyes – and so did I.  It didn’t matter what I had packed in to make her comfortable or whether I bought her soda – or a doughnut – or a pony at that point – it just was physically painful for her.  But we had rinkside seats yesterday that were a gracious gift from dear friends and The Boy had nearly shat himself with excitement to experience a game all up in his face.  So when RM began screaming NO!!! I took her out into the concourse to give her a chance to regroup.  It never happened. 

I felt like one of those color-streaked leaves being lifted and slammed onto the pavement – over and over again.  I can only imagine how much more painful it was for my baby girl.  

Silver lining.  Silver lining. 

Ok.  There was a silver lining to my baby’s pain yesterday.  Unfortunately for her, it was the joy that hockey game brought to her brother.  It was the small amount of time that The Boy and his Daddy sat together on the glass and watched two awesome fights break out right in front of their eyes.  It was the soda and popcorn and fist-pumping and cheering that The Boy ate up like candy.  

And it was the comfort I witnessed as The Boy took RM’s hand in the car on the ride home and just held it for a spell.  That damned silver lining was there in the moments of conversation that evening with The Boy and the opportunity to hear him recap the 2nd Period and how the glass shook from the glorious violence of a great game of hockey.  I watched and listened as his face glowed while he spewed all the gory details. 

 Then The Boy’s tears came and I panicked and my heart pounded as I thought Dear GOD, what next?  I cannot take any more suffering tonight!  “I felt so sorry that you and [RM] were stuck out in the lobby that whole time.  I’m sad that she hurt.” 

Silver lining.  Silver lining. 

“I get that, Snugglebear.  But you listen to me and you promise me something, ok?  Don’t you ever feel sorry for your sister.  Not ever.  She is happy.  And she is perfect just like you.  And she hurts sometimes, yes, just like you.  But don’t you ever feel sorry for her.”

I grabbed my son’s increasingly large and lanky body up into my arms and squeezed him so tight.  I felt so close to him and suddenly so relieved that this moment had come to me – a silver lining – out of a day of pain. 

The Boy loves his baby sister and I am really so blessed.  No matter the winds that howl around us and threaten to whip us up and batter our hearts – there are beautiful days ahead.  I will spend a little more time today being angry and feeling beaten because I am allowed to do so.  We all are.  But then I will step outside and welcome the sun once again. 

It’s what I do.

 

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Stanley Cup Finals – Hockey is Still Good

[Brass Bonanza by Jack Say]

[Editor’s note: This post was originally published March 14, 2011. I thought it fitting tonight for Game 7 of the Stanley Cup Finals. Enjoy!]

 

 

Some of my fellow Mama Warriors are in need of positive vibes today…

I think RM can stack the pads on this one and make a save in the face of autism…

…because hockey is not only good, in some locales it is spelled H-O-P-E.

~~~~

New Englanders have a long tradition of rooting for underdogs… and standing behind our teams for decades with nothing to show for it but hope and fervor that SOMEDAY a Pennant win will lead to a World Series sweep, or a Playoff rumble result in the beloved Whalers hoisting a Stanley Cup in victory.

Oh, dear New Englanders… Ye of so much FAITH and HOPE…

As we speak, the most diehard of Red Sox fans are gearing up for a spring-training preemptive slaughter of the Yankees tonight in Fort Meyers, Florida. Because the Red Sox have a tradition of starting out in early spring with fury… and often, over the years, losing their steam toward the end of the summer… and simply disappearing among the pack come autumn… you might have given up on the Sox a long time ago…

Let me tell you… you cannot go to a mall -or let’s say, a bar – in New England without spotting a Red Sox Fan. The same could be said (perhaps only slightly smaller of scale) about a Whalers Fan… and that team doesn’t even live here anymore.

For those of you not familiar, Hartford was once home to the NHL Whalers Hockey Team. I won’t go into detail, but many a death-threat were muttered angrily when the team was bought in the late ‘90s and essentially stripped of its hometown fans, colors, and Brass Bonanza… and quietly shipped off to North Carolina. We were left with an AHL team… formerly the Wolfpack, now the CT Whale.

April is Autism Awareness Month, the Month of the Military Child, and the Month of Renewed Hope for all Red Sox fans…

So what about hockey? Diehard Whalers fans that still linger among the New England populace enjoyed a resurgence of Whalermania this season with the Hartford Wolfpack’s makeover in homage to “The Whale”. It has been a renewal of HOPE for hockey fans in Connecticut… maybe this April we should include a “Connecticut Hockey Fans for HOPE” campaign to keep the interest alive…

We went to a CT Whale game on Saturday. ALL of us.

We sort of committed to a night of hockey dedicated to RM. Meaning… even if we didn’t make it through the doors, it was ok (see my Church post). Mom, Dad, and big brother had already had our hockey games this season that we enjoyed. This was RM’s chance.

Maybe she would make it through the noisy parking garage with florescent lighting and odoriffic assaults like urine and stale beer. Perhaps she would survive waiting in the Will Call line to get our tickets. Either way, we had a tiny amount of HOPE, and that was enough to set out on such an adventure in honor of RM.

Not only did RM walk into the arena filled with noise, lights, and crowds of people – without a fuss and without headphones – SHE. LOVED. IT.

This kid went NUTS. GOOD nuts. I mean, REALLY… never before had my husband and I seen anything like it. RM was enthralled with the “skating”…

Oh, crap – what is the damned sign for ‘ice skating’? or ‘hockey’?

Screw it… we’ll improvise with ‘roller-skating’…

My baby girl signed ‘skating’ with enthusiasm parallel to having ice cream for breakfast. This was BIG. HUGE. WOW.

Ok… this can’t last (SGM and I looked at each other)… it just can’t be… She is clapping wildly to the music, bouncing so joyously in her seat that she is CATCHING AIR, People…

I look at the Sergeant Major again, beaming, and I say, “I am completely HIGH right now. Like… on CRACK, I’m so high. Can this really be???”

“Yep! Hockey is GOOD!” he says… beaming just as brightly. RM quickly repeats, “OCK-ee GOO-ud!” She is shaking, she is having such a great time.

Suddenly, the horn blasted the end of the 3rd period.

CT Whale – 4, Sharks – 2… it was over.

Our children – ‘CHILDREN’ as in PLURAL – had enjoyed an event with BOTH Mom and Dad… and popcorn, and soda, and laughter, and fist-pumping. LOTS of fist-pumping.

MORE! I want MORE of THIS!

But April is coming… Whale and Whalers fans will soon hang up their throwback jerseys… and life will resume…

…except in THIS house where HOPE has made a late-season comeback, thrown a stick-check on autism and said, “Not today. Not this time.”

The Stanley Cup’s got nothing on what WE won this past weekend. We won HOPE back for our family’s future.

It was a Gordie Howe Hat Trick. SGM and I scored for our entire family – and kicked a little Autism Ass while we were at it.

Hockey IS good.

So is HOPE.

Boston Red Sox… here we come!

 


Hockey is GOOD.

[Brass Bonanza by Jack Say]

Some of my fellow Mama Warriors are in need of positive vibes today…

I think RM can stack the pads on this one and make a save in the face of autism…

…because hockey is not only good, in some locales it is spelled H-O-P-E.

~~~~

New Englanders have a long tradition of rooting for underdogs… and standing behind our teams for decades with nothing to show for it but hope and fervor that SOMEDAY a Pennant win will lead to a World Series sweep, or a Playoff rumble result in the beloved Whalers hoisting a Stanley Cup in victory.

Oh, dear New Englanders… Ye of so much FAITH and HOPE…

As we speak, the most diehard of Red Sox fans are gearing up for a spring-training preemptive slaughter of the Yankees tonight in Fort Meyers, Florida.  Because the Red Sox have a tradition of starting out in early spring with fury… and often, over the years, losing their steam toward the end of the summer… and simply disappearing among the pack come autumn… you might have given up on the Sox a long time ago…

Let me tell you… you cannot go to a mall -or let’s say, a bar – in New England without spotting a Red Sox Fan.  The same could be said (perhaps only slightly smaller of scale) about a Whalers Fan… and that team doesn’t even live here anymore.

For those of you not familiar, Hartford was once home to the NHL Whalers Hockey Team.  I won’t go into detail, but many a death-threat were muttered angrily when the team was bought in the late ‘90s and essentially stripped of its hometown fans, colors, and Brass Bonanza… and quietly shipped off to North Carolina.  We were left with an AHL team… formerly the Wolfpack, now the CT Whale.

April is Autism Awareness Month, the Month of the Military Child, and the Month of Renewed Hope for all Red Sox fans…

So what about hockey?  Diehard Whalers fans that still linger among the New England populace enjoyed a resurgence of Whalermania this season with the Hartford Wolfpack’s makeover in homage to “The Whale”.  It has been a renewal of HOPE for hockey fans in Connecticut… maybe this April we should include a “Connecticut Hockey Fans for HOPE” campaign to keep the interest alive…

We went to a CT Whale game on Saturday.  ALL of us.

We sort of committed to a night of hockey dedicated to RM.  Meaning… even if we didn’t make it through the doors, it was ok (see my Church post).  Mom, Dad, and big brother had already had our hockey games this season that we enjoyed.  This was RM’s chance.

Maybe she would make it through the noisy parking garage with florescent lighting and odoriffic assaults like urine and stale beer.  Perhaps she would survive waiting in the Will Call line to get our tickets.  Either way, we had a tiny amount of HOPE, and that was enough to set out on such an adventure in honor of RM.

Not only did RM walk into the arena filled with noise, lights, and crowds of people – without a fuss and without headphones – SHE. LOVED. IT.

This kid went NUTS. GOOD nuts. I mean, REALLY… never before had my husband and I seen anything like it.  RM was enthralled with the “skating”…

          Oh, crap – what is the damned sign for ‘ice skating’? or ‘hockey’?

                            Screw it… we’ll improvise with ‘roller-skating’…  

My baby girl signed ‘skating’ with enthusiasm parallel to having ice cream for breakfast.  This was BIG. HUGE. WOW.

Ok… this can’t last (SGM and I looked at each other)… it just can’t be… She is clapping wildly to the music, bouncing so joyously in her seat that she is CATCHING AIR, People…

I look at the Sergeant Major again, beaming, and I say, “I am completely HIGH right now.  Like… on CRACK, I’m so high.  Can this really be???”

“Yep! Hockey is GOOD!” he says… beaming just as brightly.  RM quickly repeats, “OCK-ee GOO-ud!”  She is shaking, she is having such a great time.

Suddenly, the horn blasted the end of the 3rd period.

CT Whale – 4, Sharks – 2… it was over.

Our children – ‘CHILDREN’ as in PLURAL – had enjoyed an event with BOTH Mom and Dad… and popcorn, and soda, and laughter, and fist-pumping.  LOTS of fist-pumping.

MORE! I want MORE of THIS!

But April is coming… Whale and Whalers fans will soon hang up their throwback jerseys… and life will resume…

…except in THIS house where HOPE has made a late-season comeback, thrown a stick-check on autism and said, “Not today. Not this time.”

The Stanley Cup’s got nothing on what WE won this past weekend.  We won HOPE back for our family’s future.

It was a Gordie Howe Hat Trick.  SGM and I scored for our entire family – and kicked a little Autism Ass while we were at it.

Hockey IS good.

So is HOPE.

           Boston Red Sox… here we come!

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