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89 things I learned from my Stocky

Today would have been my grandfather Stocky’s 90th birthday.  I keep thinking about all the valuable things I learned from him, and some of the things I’m still trying to learn.

1. I learned what it means to be loved unconditionally.
2.  I learned that I only ever needed one spanking.
3.  I learned that by not speaking to him for several days, I only ever got one spanking from him.
4.  Milkshakes are okay at 10 p.m. as long as they are bought by Stocky.
5.  Old lawn mowers make awesome go carts.
6.  Little girls can make step stools too.
7.  Tree house grand openings are all the sweeter when a fried shrimp dinner is served in them.
8.  I often think my kids have strong Chisolm genes (they do), but when we perused photos of Stocky and his brother Lightning, I’ll be darned if it wasn’t like looking at a picture of Joe and Chet.
9.  Pound cake is best made on the kitchen floor.
10.  So are dinner rolls.
11.  Both are completely acceptable breakfast foods.
12.  When your grandfather pulls out a hundred dollar bill on vacation, you will be impressed.
13.  Sometimes, it’s good not to have a plan on vacation.
14.  Sometimes, you stay in a dive because you don’t have a plan on vacation.
15.  You should always leave on vacation at midnight so you can get through the Texas panhandle in the dark.
16.  Easter dresses are even more beautiful when Stocky buys them for you.
17.  The Gingham Dog and Calico Cat is not a sweet poem.
18.  Foot rubs can cure a little kids migraine.
19. Sometimes, the nicknames you are given define you.  Take for instance “Stocky.”  That wasn’t his given name.  But it was who he was.  I was pretty old when I realized neither of my grandparents names were their “real” ones.
20.  Sometimes, the nicknames you give define how someone sees you.  Bell.  For my whole life, I heard, “hello, Bell!”  I can still hear it.  I miss it.  I probably always will.
21.  We should do things not because it is what is expected of us, but because it’s what is right for us.
22.  Gimme caps are cool.
23.  Fur fedoras with ear flaps are cool.
24.  Strawn, Texas is kinda neat.
25.  Value education.  Even if you don’t have a degree from a college or university, never stop having a thirst for knowledge.
26.  When I was about seven, I learned my grandfather could seriously jump rope.  Like, he was really, really good at it.
27.  Boxing might not be the best sport when you are five foot something or another, but it makes you a badass.
28.  Leather helmets while playing football were crazy.
29.  Sometimes staying married means that neither of you wants the kids. 😉
30.  Marriage is work.
31.  You don’t have to raise your voice to get your point across.
32.  Value your family.
33.  If you don’t have something nice to say, don’t say anything.
34.  Sometimes, silence doesn’t mean you don’t have anything nice to say other than it’s nice to be quiet with you.
35. Humming and whistling at 5:00 in the morning really do make you happier.
36.  When you visit someone for a week, it’s really awesome when you cook supper for them and clean their house.
37.  It’s special when you travel 250 miles to watch your grandkids track meet or basketball game or one act play.
38.  You should always hold hands with your spouse.
39.  Sometimes, your grandparents house becomes home.
40.  History can be interesting.
41.  Life ain’t fair.
42.  Anything that ugly ought to hurt.
43.  If you don’t know you’re short, you aren’t.
44.  I am tiny but tough.
45.  Butterfly kisses stop snoring.
46.  Sometimes you are punished when you shouldn’t be and sometimes you aren’t punished when you should be.
47.  It’s never okay to use the “N word”
48.  Sometimes, men are the better cooks and that’s great!
49.  Pancakes are a great breakfast.
50.  Pancakes are an even better supper.
51.  Sandwiches made on homemade dinner rolls taste better.
52.  Little cans of orange juice and little bottles of sprite make vacation fun.
53.  Listen more, talk less.
54.  Wicked senses of humor are where it’s at!
55.  Take care of what’s inside your car, you never know when Stocky’s going to take it for an oil change.
56.  Love someone when they are at their most unlovable.
57.  Take care of your spouse when  they need you.
58.  Eating a meal together is of utmost importance.
59.  I will endure a John Wayne movie because he liked them.
60.  Watching Golden Girls with your grandparents will make you want to watch it forever.
61.  The Cosby Show is still funny when you can’t remember who is sitting next to you.
62.  Dominos is not a game to be taken lightly.
63.  5 card draw will not be won unless you win it legitimately.
64.  Solitaire is not boring.
65.  Wind suits are cute on old men.
66.  So are shorts with black socks and sandals.
67.  It’s great when men help with housework.
68.  I might have to trim my husband’s toenails when he gets old.
69.  Grandkids are special.
70.  Great-grandkids are even more special.
71.  Your spouses family IS your family.
72.  Mount Rushmore isn’t that impressive at 12.
73.  I want to visit Washington D.C.
74.  My grandfather was one of the smartest men I’d ever known.
75.  God loves you and believes in you.
76.  An old man loosing his memory will still walk down a steep hill to watch his great-grandsons fish.
77.  Great-grandsons will make you nervous.
78.  Love the life you have.
79.  Getting old means you can be a little eccentric.
80.  I want to rust out not wear out.

These last few are hard for me…

81.  Alzheimer’s and dementia are unfair.
82.  Moments of clarity are a blessing and a curse.
83.  I will always look for Brian…even when he’s right here.
84.  I want to maintain my dignity until my dying day.
84.  I want to remember my loved ones until my dying day.
85.  I want to look back on my life and be proud of the choices I made.
86.  I want my kids to be with me when I leave this world.
87.  I want my husband to love me the way my Stocky loved my Teda.
88.  My life was better because I had Stocky in it.
89.  This world would be a better place if everyone had a Stocky in their life.

And a bonus:
90.  My most cherished memory of his final year…I went to visit him at the “home” before taking my children for what I knew would be their final goodbyes.  I knew I had to grasp this before I took the children to visit him.  He was unresponsive and sleeping.  I stayed for a bit with Teda.  He never acknowledge either of us.  He wouldn’t take his medicine or even a drink.  He wouldn’t open his eyes.  Later when I went to pick up Teda with the boys, we sat and visited and talked to him.  When the boys went to give them his hugs and kisses, goodbyes and I love yous…he turned his head, opened his eyes and smiled.

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Parenting is hard-even for parents of nt kids

So, I saw a FB meme that rubbed me the wrong way.  It was an astounded face and the caption was something  like, “the face I make when my friends who have nt kids say parenting is hard.”  You know what.  It is hard.  It’s hard to be a parent.  If we belittle our friends who have nt children, are we giving them support and empathy that we desire?

Raising decent human beings is hard.  Parents of kids on the spectrum, we don’t have an exclusive on worry and sleepless nights.  We don’t have an exclusive on how are we going to afford x, y, or z.  We don’t have an exclusive on kids having meltdowns or tantrums in public.  We don’t have an exclusive on feeling judged.  We don’t have an exclusive on extreme picky eaters, kids who don’t want their hair cut, kids who are hyper active.  We don’t have an exclusive on kids being social outcasts or being bullied.  In fact, I recently witnessed some NT third graders being quite crappy to one another.   We don’t have exclusives on any of it.

By saying parenting a NT child is easier by comparison does exactly what we don’t want.  It marginalizes our kids.  It says to the world, they are harder to love, they are less than.  They aren’t. 

Being a grown up is hard. Being a parent is hard. Period. By saying my life is harder than yours because my kid has autism is doing more harm than good for the autism community.  My life is different than yours.  Sure.  But my life is different than yours for more reasons than autism.  It doesn’t make it harder, it makes it my life.  My dad sent me this meme, and I think it speaks volumes.
Love one another. Support one another.

Xoxoxo 
K
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Feeling blah

So you know those times when you probably (okay definitely) shouldn’t be allowed to interact with other human beings because exactly nothing they do or say is going to be right?  No?!? You don’t have those moments? Or days? Or weeks?  Be honest.  Sure you do.  That’s the space I’m in right now.

Everyone and everything is up under my skin.  I feel like shouting.  Well, maybe I  am shouting. A lot. Then, the guilt sets in.  Dad gum.  I am the poster child for Imperfection this week.  
I need a vacation.  From my mood.  None of the normal tricks are working either.  Time to myself.  I miss my kids.  Time with my kids. In my head I’m saying make me a bird so I can fly far, far away.”
I’m sure there are a lot of issues at play here.  Sadness, worry, desire for chocolate, guilt, need to get a lot of stuff done…to the point that I do none of it because that’s way easier than starting any one of the number of projects that need doing.
Yesterday, I had a thought.  What if I started a nonprofit group.  And with the money we raise, we can send fellow imperfects on a retreat together.  That’s doing good works, right?!?  It would totally have to be at a super 8 motel or something.  Maybe we could get it close to the airport and we could go to look at all the fancy locals we could pick from.  Then, we’d head back to the super 8, find someplace fancy like Chilis and have cocktails and horsdeveurs.  
But then I think.  Ugh.  That would just mean packing a bag an then the dreaded unpacking of said bag when the retreat was over.  Plus, I’d miss my kids that make me crazy.  
I guess I’ll settle for coffee. And time. Time to let this mood pass.  We did “gain” and hour which you totally know my internal clock adjusted to right away. 
Have a good day, y’all.  Thanks for letting me get that randomness out!
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Little Stocky

So, the wee one has been very sad the last few weeks.  He’s cried off and on and can’t pin point what’s troubling him.  He’s asked lately when we are going to visit his Teda and Stocky (my grandparents).  After talking with my dad on Friday, I couldn’t go one more day without laying eyes on them myself.

Stocky has Alzheimer’s.  I hate Alzheimer’s. It’s robbed him of the things that once brought him joy and now it’s robbing him of the ability to swallow.  His health is fading at a more rapid pace since gallbladder removal.  So, it was time for a visit.
The boys haven’t been to Teda and Stockys since he went to the rest home and the big remodel of Teda and Stocky’s house.  Man, they handled that like champs.  Me, I cried seeing Teda’s house so different.  It was beautiful, but different.  
Saturday afternoon, I took Teda to visit the old man.  I stayed for about a half hour and wanted to see my Stocky before I took the boys.  I’m glad I did. It was a shock to my system to see the vibrant man laying in a bed having a hard time even opening his eyes.  He is so tired. I went to pick up the boys and bring them for a brief visit. Hugs, kisses and I love yous.  
I’ll be darned if Stocky didn’t smile when The wee one hugged and kissed him.
Sunday, I went to visit in the am before we were heading home.  I am SO GLAD I did.  Stocky was more alert because they had jostled him to get him hiseds and breakfast.  He asked if I had smokes or matches…or beer.  I almost went to the store right then and there. ;-). He hasn’t had any of those things for 40 years.
I stayed for an hour and a half or so and was waiting for him to fall asleep to sneak quietly out.  I’m so very thankful that didn’t happen.  Here’s what did:
     Me-Stocky, I’ve gotta go pick up those rotten boys and get headed home. I’ll see you soon.  
         I bent down to give him a hug. Meh hugged me back!  I went to give him a kiss on the cheek (as I don’t know the last time I gave him a kiss on the lips…maybe when I was a little girl). He wasn’t having it!  He gave me a kiss on the lips!!!
     Me-Stocky, I love you.
     Stocky-  I love you too.
Then he looked at me. There were a good ten seconds that I know he knew me.  Then he was searching my face and his knowing faded.  He turned toward the window and I told him again I’d see him soon.
Upon our arrival home, the boys and I talked in great length about the boy Stocky was and the young man Stocky was.  It brought them great joy. 
I titled this post little Stocky because the wee one.  He is little stocky.  From looks to his attitude, to his knowing he’s smart bit not caring if you know.  He’s so much like him that we joke he’ll probably ditch school one day and well find him fishing. He doesn’t like to be gone from his house for more than two days. He’s sweet and wickedly funny.  He’s like Stocky in that he has an authentic sense of religion that comes from within.
 He doesn’t need to tell you.  He just believes. Maybe little Stocky knows.
I know how blessed i have been to have Stocky in my life.  Giving unconditional love and healing to my heart when I was the least loveable and the most in need of healing. 
Everyone deserves to have at least one Stocky in their lives.  Maybe the wee one will be someone’s.

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Parent teacher conferences

So, the best way to have a good parent teacher conference is to have a good parent teacher relationship with communication that happens not only at the end of the six weeks but as issues arise and sometimes just to say, “hey, I wanted to tell you he’s having a great week.”  

This years parent teacher conference was so awesome.  I have to say, I may bribe, plead, beg, coerce these two to follow big brudder all the way through high school and beyond.  There were no surprisess. There was no principal waiting for me as I walked in.  It was un enventful.  Wow!  I didn’t hear, ” Joseph has told several people (when he was upset and feeling out of control), ‘I’m going to tell on you to my mom and she’s going to call the government.’  These kinds of threats make me uncomfortable.”  Last years gold medal winner comment.  So much to say about that.  A. It’s too late now to punish him because you waiting god knows how long to tell me. B. Remember how I told you at the very beginning the gap between emotional age and intellectual age.  That “threat” demonstrates that perfectly.  Stomping saying I’m going to tell ( 3 y.o. Emotionally ) my moms going to call the government (higher intellectual reasoning).  C.  That’s just kind of awesome.  D. You’re going to let an (at the time)  8 year old hurt your feelings?  Sheesh.  
Anyway, that didn’t happen.  You know what did happen a little vindication.  One of the teachers said, “I’ll be honest, when I saw his name in the roster, I was scared.  Last year every time I went down the hallway, he was having a major issue.  This year, the teachers stop and ask ‘how’s Big Brudder doing?’  I tell them great. Because he is.”  
So, we had to live through a bad year to get to this awesome point.  Some I’m sure is maturity, being familiar with the school.  More than that though, I believe in my heart of hearts it is this years match.  It works. He has two strong, in control teachers.  He feels that an doesn’t feel the need to control everything.  While they are strong and in control, they are not rigid in their thinking.  If they see something is not working, they try to find a solution that works for everyone. Not just Big Brudder, not just them, not just the other students everyone .  I am beyond greatfull for this year.  We needed this year to happen.  I needed this year to happen.  Is he perfect?  No!  Will every day be perfect? Nuh- uh.  But more often than not, it’s working, so it’s a win!
The NT wee one it turns out is super smart too.  His greatest challenge is that he hates handwriting.  It’s hard for him and he doesn’t like doing it. So, he does the bare minimum.  Gotta work on that. :-). He has lots of friends and talks in class but stops with reminders.  (Did I ever tell you I almost always had an ‘N’ in conduct because I “talked excessively.”  I guess he comes by it honestly.  
Right now, I’m basking in the glow of my smarty pants kids who are just awesome!