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“Never be afraid to trust an unknown future to a known God.”
~ Corrie Ten Boom

On Saturday Boo was his reliable, predictable self, and yet he never ceases to amaze me.  Andy had taken him overnight and so he was there when we arrived.  He had been asking for “grandma” and “mama” all morning, yet when we arrived he was more interested in the food my mother had brought him.  This time she’d added a new item:  a small container of mini-Oreos.  Jonah’s not the type to eat things in what others might consider a “logical order” – food, then dessert.  His banquet must be presented all at once, and though he did eat most of his sandwich, the Oreos were a big attraction.

Jonah enjoys the stuff in the middle — the meat and cheese inside the bread, his fingers first tap-tap-tapping against the sandwich and then, usually, discarding the bread altogether to get to whatever is the middle.  It was no different with the Oreos.  He held each mini Oreo carefully in his little hands and pulled it apart, scraping the creamy white stuffing out of the middle, then discarding the two outer cookie pieces.

cookie fun

cookie fun

He gleefully attacked his lunch with fervor.

cookie mouth

cookie mouth
YAY!

YAY!

We are waiting for warmer weather but offered to take him to the park anyway, or the train, or the Poet’s Walk.  When we asked him if he wanted to do any of these things he answered “no,” sweetly but firmly, to each one.  “Transfer station?” he asked, which is a recycling facility where Andy takes his paper and cans, etc. every Saturday.  It is car ride Jonah wants, and he almost always says “grandma stay here.”  I think it’s because he wants the whole backseat to himself.  So my poor mother is stuck watching QVC and Fox News on Andy’s TV until we return for a bath and then another request for car ride.

I found out about an open swimming program at Bard College on the weekends, but Andy seems reluctant to take him, lest he throw a fit.  I want to try, though.  Perhaps M will come down with me some Sunday and we can take him.  Jonah loves the water so much!  I was ready to book a 3-night stay in Cape Cod this summer, to take him to the ocean with Andy, to watch him frolic in the waves, to hear his little voice cry gleefully for ocean!  It is a word we do not use, for if we cannot take him it would be mean to plant the idea in his head.  Now it looks like I may be hard-pressed to take him at all.  I will find a way, for I am a determined mom and want to give the gift of ocean to my Boo.

I would like to end this post with some quotes and passages upon which I have been reflecting.  There are discoveries to make, and self-improvements to make, and faith to build.  There is self-awareness and I am attempting to step away from myself and see myself as others see me.  I am looking deep into a metaphorical mirror to ensure I can remain true to myself and to everything I have ever wanted to be…a great mother, a loyal friend, a good person.  Most of all I am seeking to be kind to all I encounter, to forgive, to understand (and not only to be understood),  as in the prayer of St. Francis, perhaps my favorite prayer/hymn.  I am praying it with everything inside me and turning things over to the certain God in which I believe.

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury,pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.

Oh Master, grant that I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. Amen.

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“Experience: that most brutal of teachers. But you learn, my God do you learn.”

~C. S. Lewis

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Matthew 5:44-45 says, “But I tell you: Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, that you may be sons of your Father in heaven. He causes his sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous.”  Thus, now go on your knees and pray for the person who has hurt you.
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“To enjoy good health, to bring true happiness to one’s family, to bring peace to all, one must first discipline and control one’s own mind. If a man can control his mind he can find the way to Enlightenment, and all wisdom and virtue will naturally come to him.”

~ Buddha

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“Silence is one of the great arts of conversation.”

~ Marcus Tullius Cicero

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“To thine own self be true,
and it shall follow, as the night the day,
thou canst not then be false to any man.”

~Shakespeare

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I’m at the point where I just want it to be Tuesday.  I want to go, get it over with – to do it instead of dread it.  I’m tired of being sapped of life and joy, breath and motivation.  It’s starting to feel like I’ve chosen this misery.

Today was Jonah’s last day of school at Wildwood. Thank you so much, Wildwood.  No words can express our appreciation that there is such a wonderful school; Jonah was so lucky to be there for 6 years.

I have so much to be grateful for – there are so many people who care.  Yesterday I got a package from a business networking guy I know.  Inside was a card from him and a beautiful hand-crocheted twilight-blue stole from volunteers at his church.  My hands shook as I read his card and the church’s handmade card and message.  Feeling something almost like shame, I clutched the stole and cried into it.

Then, a lady I am in contact with only by phone and e-mail sent me a long letter about how her son has autism too – something I’d never known.  The letter was full of encouraging, positive sentiments and suggestions for Bible verses for me to read.

My friend H continues to generously offer her pool, and friend K gave me hope – and e-mails me SNL skits to make me laugh.  M encourages me with loving words, and today he also e-mailed me a verse:  Jeremiah 29:11:  “For I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord. “They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope.”  My aunt texts me messages telling me how much she loves me, to call her anytime, that she is praying for me.  New online friends and past acquaintances, family, friends, everyone envelops me in love and light.

Seems like Divinity is yelling at me from all directions:  Have faith!  Have hope!  I’ll take care of everything.  There is no denying the push of the divine – it’s all around me.  I’m grateful for it.  Every morning I wake and cry, my throat so tight I am almost gasping to breathe –and as the day progresses I become calmer.  I can smell the rose and blow out the candle, and there are long moments of peace.

The push of the divine is gentle but firm, like a tight hug.  I am hugging back, hanging on.

A few more pictures:

happy boo

chillin’ in the pool

water boy

…baby boo,

Mama loves you.

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swim pool

Jonah loves water.  Bath time, “swim pool,” a water-table, the ocean, the slip n slide, waterfalls, a hose…even that birdbath in the picture above…they all hold intense appeal.   I wonder at the why of his water-worship.  Sometimes I think it’s because when I was pregnant with him, I reeeeeaally wanted a water-birth.  (What I got, however, was almost the polar opposite:  nearly 3 days of labor, 2 1/2 hours of pushing, and, as icing on that ridiculous cake, a C-section).

Or maybe he loves water because he’s a Pisces (water sign) named Jonah (who, in the Bible, was swallowed by an ocean whale).

Whatever the reason, Jonah’s just as comfortable in (and under) water as he is walking about breathing air.  Though never taught to swim, he seems to have always known how and will spend hours in the water.  In fact, by the time he was 5, he swam more skillfully than I ever have; I shit you not.  Watch this video from last summer (when he was 7) and see for yourself.  (Jonah’s also at his heaviest weight ever in this clip. Last year we had him on steroids to combat an eye problem which later required surgery, and it caused weight gain – you can see his “moon face” and chunky build).

Nowadays he’s lean, and brown, and has close-cropped almost-blonde hair…

waiting for the bus to summer camp

…but swimming is still on his favorites list.  Our next door neighbor has a disabled child of her own and a small pool in her backyard donated by Make-A-Wish, and she lets Jonah come over and swim any time he wants – which is pretty much any time and all the time.

We’ve tried to take Jonah to local public pools, often with disastrous results. Jonah loves to run around and is admonished frequently by the lifeguards, who are ignorant to the fact that he doesn’t care one iota about silly whistle-blowing authority figures trying to ruin a good time.  And oh, the joy of him deciding to wait until he’s swimming to push out some poopy!  Although we use swimmy diapers (and lately special non-disposable gathered swim pants), it is nonetheless necessary to be hyper-vigilant.   Usually we catch his tell-tale facial expression betraying the impending arrival of a poop; this requires the swiftest and most well-executed plan of action:  swoop in and scoop him out of the pool, hoping he’s not already dripping discolored water, and secret him away to the restroom or some other non-populated area where we can change him.

This is never easy.

Jonah, of course, does not want to get out of the pool under any circumstances.  He squawks, he screeches, and he sometimes cries, all the while fighting us as we dig around in the swim-bag for wipes, a plastic bag, and clean swim diapers & suit.  Then, more often than not, we’ll have him all cleaned up nicey-nice and send him back in to swim, and he’ll do it again.  And again.   Probably it’s the same poop, and he’s pooping that one poop in fun-filled stages.

My heroic husband has singlehandedly taken Jonah to public pools all over Albany, something I have never dared to attempt.  I much prefer the ocean

Jonah in the ocean

or the falls

He's a woodland creature

…where, I theorize, if poopy should arrive, I might be able to just let it.   But of course he’s never, ever, even one time, pooped at any natural water source.  Probably he’s just messing with our heads, planning to poop at the most inconvenient times on the most inappropriate occasions.

When we arrive home from swimming anywhere, Jonah will often request a bath.  Really, kid?  More water? On Cape Cod last year, our vacation consisted almost entirely of eating, drinking, sleeping, and immersing in either (a) the ocean (b) the pool, or (c) a bath.   We’d cycle continually from one to the next, like some family who’d spent so long crying agua in wasteland deserts that an abundance of water had become addictively compelling.

I’ve pondered the wisdom of turning his room into a big fish tank and simply tossing him in, but I’ll bet conventional society would frown upon this idea.

Besides, come poopy time, it would be absolute hell to clean.

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