High Five Sister!

With my face in my coffee mug, after another sleepless night of taking care of my babies I found this in my inbox.  What a great way to  start a day!  Thanks Chrys.  XOXO!

Hello Terri,

My name is Crys Bradley and I just discovered your blog via a post you had tagged Tracy Eikleberry in on Facebook (he and I went to high school together).

As a person with low vision myself,  I read anything I find on Facebook related to blindness,  especially when I find it unexpectedly on a friend’s timeline.  😉

It’s great to find another visually impaired person with a positive outlook on life. Sometimes I feel like people expect us to be sad all the time.

While I’m not a mother and still have a significant amount of vision,  I hear myself in the words of your posts. I wish I had found your blog when I still lived in Vegas. I live in Colorado now and I love it. I moved out here because the quality of life I had dreamed of was so readily available. It’s absolutely gorgeous here!

At any rate,  I just wanted to commend you on your “full speed ahead” approach on life and motherhood. And I’m so impressed that you braille your own books — what a task!  You are an inspiration to someone who wondered how I might raise children with reduced vision.  I am often told by friends and coworkers that I do things so fluidly they sometimes “forget” I have an impairment.  I too, just do it.  But motherhood frightens me.  I’ve always said that there are blind mothers everywhere who do it everyday. I guess I need more vicarious experiences.  I look forward to reading more of your posts!

All the best,
Crys

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Playing Catch Up

On November 28th, I published my 75th blog post.  I ended the post with a challenge to myself to post 75 blogs in the next 75 days.  If you follow me, and read my blog regularly, than you have noticed that I haven’t been around these last few days.  Fear not!  This doesn’t mean I will not meet my goal of publishing 75 blogs in 75 days.  This merely means there will be a few days I will be publishing more than one blog.  Starting with today,  I might just publish one, some days I might publish two, and if I’m really ambitious, I might even crank out three.

Where have I been and why did I miss Saturday, Sunday, and Monday?

I spent the weekend at the annual state convention of the National Federation of the Blind of Nevada.   As I play the game of Musical Chairs, I have decided it was time for me to get back in the game and change negative misconceptions and low expectations about blindness.  Stakes have been raised and rules have changed now that my daughter has been thrown into the court.  You can bet your britches that this mom is NOT going to stand on the sidelines.  I will be the loudest, the most competitive, and the strongest advocate to fight on behalf of my daughter’s rights and the rights of all blind children.

During the convention, I met other parents and we are organizing the Nevada Organization of Parents of Blind Children.  It is my hope for this organization to bring together parents, provide resources, connect blind shildren with positive blind role models, and creat and implement programs for blind children in our state.

I fully intended on blogging via my WordPress ap on my iPhone, but the ap insisted it would rather crash on me.  After the fourth attempt, I took it as a sign that I needed to turn off my phone, take a break, and take a nap.

Sunday on Monday were spent catching up with housework, cuddles with the kiddos, and a lovely afternoon meandering through the Venetian playing catch up with one of my oldest and dearest friends.

And here I am now, back in front of the computer with the kids tucked away in their beds.  I will finish this delicious cup of tea, possibly start a second blog for the night, and start on the glass of wine that’s calling out my name.  I’ve enjoyed catching up.  I hope you have too.

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Marley followed this girl around thinking she was a princess. Suddenly out of nowhere, she worked up the courage and ran up and gave her princess a great big hug.

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Jackson didn’t know what to think of this statue guy. He got more and more frustrated as he tried to give him a dollar.

 

 

My First Fashion Blog

I follow a lot of blogs about all different topics.  One of which happens to be a fashion blog called Eccentric Owl.  Mrs. Owl has been writing for years, but now fits in the fact that she is a fairly new mom with her joys and struggles of parenthood into her stylishly superb posts.  So today I decided to try my hand at my very first fashion blog.

For a long time I struggled with the fact that I wasn’t contributing financially into our household.  I know this is a common feeling amongst stay at home moms.  Many of us feel guilty for not working, thus we feel even more guilty for spending any extra money on ourselves.  I emphasize the fact that I used the word, “struggled,” noticed it is past tense.

Why did I feel like that?  I suppose it was my insecurities that kept me from realizing that even though I don’t bring in an income to our home, I do so much more for our family by being here with our children each and every day at such a vital time of their growth and development.  I had feelings of anger and jealously whenever my husband made purchases for himself.  I often felt like, “Well, if he’s buying something, then I’m going to buy something too.”  There were times when I felt sad and depressed for not having financial freedom.  Which was a complete crock, because I could have anything in the world I wanted without any questions asked.

How did I overcome this?  I honestly don’t know.  I don’t know when I stopped feeling that way.  There was no, “Ah ha,” moment of clarification.  There is now just the mutual feeling of love, respect, adoration, and most importantly appreciation for my husband who gives me the best gift I could ever ask for, the gift of the opportunity to be a stay at home mom, the gift to be there for my kids.

A second thing I struggled with in the beginning of motherhood was the fear that I would loose touch with the rest of the world.  We don’t have cable in our home, and sometimes I don’t even leave the house for days at a time.  I was mostly afraid of turning into a frumpy stay at home mom.  Notice again that I used the word, “struggled.”

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Ain’t no frumpy stay at home mom here anymore.

This weekend I am going to be attending the National Federation of the Blind of Nevada annual state convention.  For over a month now I have been passionately and actively trying to bring together parents of blind children in our state.  This weekend is the weekend I have been working for where we are coming together to reorganize the Nevada Parents Organization of Parents of Blind Children.

This not so frumpy stay at home mom has lost a ton of weight, and all of her business attire is about two sizes too big for her, it was time to do some shopping!

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Since I’m not on the convention agenda or addressing the floor, I luck out in not having to wear a suit.  This means business casual will be fine.  This means, NEW DRESSES!!!

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Dresses and leggings were from Express, and boots are from Aldo’s.  IMG_2992

This weekend, I will stroll into the hotel looking and feeling strong and confident.  I will stomp down any and all obstacles that might try to stand in my way with my sexy new boots.  I will accomplish my goals, all while looking good.

Before I say farewell, I have one question for you.  Leggings, or no leggings?

 

 

Finding Time to Blog

I apologize that it has been over a month since my last blog.  I started Blind Mom in the Burbs last April.  At the time, my son was only six months old and my daughter was two and a half.  Our computer was in the back corner of the family room.  Now, My son is sixteen months, daughter is almost three and a half, and the computer is in the music/workout/computer/den in the very front of the house.  You can only imagine the difference a year makes.

Finding time to blog when you are home alone with two toddlers, is like finding time to breathe when you are under water.  It’s practically impossible.

Let me tell you about my morning.

My husband and I are on our second week of a 45 day cleanse.  This means, for 45 days this mama cannot eat pork, eggs, dairy, gluten, drink alcohol, on a strick eating schedule, and to top it all off, NO COFFEE.  I am going to be honest.  Last week was tough.  I started off my first day of NO COFFEE with a horrible hangover from going out the night before for a friend’s birthday.  Now that the coffee withdrawals are gone, I have found that burst of energy I was told about, and I feel great!

So with my newly discovered energy this morning, I decided to put away the laundry, tidy up the kids rooms, clean the play room, and scrub the bathrooms before a play date this afternoon.  I just assumed both my children were in the family room watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.  I should have  known better than to assume.  After a little while I went in there to check on them, not finding my son I immediately knew where to look.  As I turned the corner down the hall towards my bedroom I could hear the water running.  When I got into my bathroom, I found he had climbed up the tub, onto the counter, and across the sink (the sink we’d turned the wather off to since he had been found sitting in there before with the water on full blast).  He had made his way across the counter to the other sink and turned on the water letting it run over my lotion bottle, soap dispenser, and a glass candle (which he must have broken when dropping it in the sink.  When I went to pick him up, he had a piece of glass in his hand a scraped it across my cheek.  I usually keep all of the bedroom doors closed when he’s awake, but like I mentioned above, I was in the middle of cleaning.  Thankfully all of the broken glass was mostly contained in the sink, and he had no cuts on him.  My cheek is fine.  That is just an example of how that little booger keeps me on my toes.

Please don’t think that I am complaining.  This is merely an explanation of why I have not been blogging.

Any and every time I sit down, whether it be on the couch, ground, or computer chair, my kids think it means it’s time for them to climb all over me.  They are at such an adorable age.  I just can’t justify shewing them away so that I can sit at the computer.  They are only this little for so long.  Before I know it they won’t want anything to do with me.  Oh geese, I’m getting all teary eyed just thinking about that.  So for now, I am spending all of my energy keeping up with my two active toddlers and making sure to fully absorb all of the love they have to throw at me.  This doesn’t mean I’m not going to blog anymore, just not as frequently, because by the time those little ones are ready for bed, so is their exhausted mama.

Thankful November in a Nutshell

I started out this month intending on publishing a blog post each day on something I am thankful for.  As you can see by looking at my recent posts, I only made it to day 9.

Here it is in a nutshell.

I am thankful for my parents who raised me to know the difference between right and wrong.  They gave me a brother, who gave me two beautiful nieces, and a sister who is the most loyal friend I could ask for.  They instilled in us the importance of family. showed us how to work hard, and taught us how to love and have compassion for others.

I am thankful for my husband’s family.  Without them, he wouldn’t be the man that he is today.

I am thankful for modern forms of telecommunication like cell phones, texting, emails, Facebook, and skype to help me stay in touch with my family and friends all over the world.

I am thankful for all the friends that I made throughout the years, both near and far.  You all know exactly who you are.

I am thankful for the opportunity to be a stay at home mom and raise two beautiful children who are so eager to learn, and never fail to bring a smile to my face.

I am thankful for a warm cozy bed, food in my fridge, and clothes on my back.

I am thankful for coffee, wine, and chocolate.  These are my drugs of choice.

I am thankful for fuzzy socks.

I am thankful for friendly neighbors who watch out for me and my children when my hubby is gone.

I am thankful the stucco guys finally started painting today and we are closer to having our backyard done.

I am thankful for the opportunity to blog and share my life with you.

And oh yes, one more thing.  I am thankful for my blindness.  Without it, I wouldn’t be the person that I am today.  Every experience, every challenge, every of struggle to try to fit in and look normal, every missed step or curb, every triumph, every mile I’ve traveled, every person I’ve met, every child I’ve taught, every person I’ve influenced, every accomplishment I’ve made or will make in the future are all because of my blindness.  I used to imagine what my life would be like if I had 20/20 vision, but then I wouldn’t be where I am today.  If somebody told me there was an opportunity for me to get all of my vision back, I honestly don’t know what I would do.  So until there is a 100%, 0 side effects, consequence free way, I’m going to have to pass for now.

30 Days of Thankfulness; Day 5

November 5, 2012

This 30 day challenge is getting tougher than I thought.  It’s really hard to sit down and blog every single day, and still come up with something witty or heart touching.  Today, I will take a much lighter and funner approach.  Today, I am thankful for jeggings.

No that isn’t a typo.  I really meant to type jeggings.  These are leggings that look like jeans.  I have come to terms that I will not fit into my old pre-pregnancy jeans this winter.  So, instead of buying a bigger size, I bought two more pairs of jeggings.  They are perfect for every occasion.  Pair them with a long sweater and boots on chilly days, or pair them with sandals and a flowy tank on warmer days.   Dressed up or down, I’ll be seen sporting jeggings from play dates at the park to night’s out with the ladies.

I promise my post tomorrow will be a lot better.  I even promise to bring tears to a few readers eyes.  I already have tears in mine thinking of tomorrow.