A few weeks ago my mom called me with some good news…she received a letter from Social Security stating that she was disabled as of 3/2011.  She has been working on the paperwork and appealing the original decision for that long.  It’s been a long hard process for her.  When you have MS, you have to prove not only a physical disability but also a mental disability.

Mom has always been the provider in our home.  Dad had jobs here and there, but Mom was consistent.  For years she worked for the same company I work for now.  When they consolidated, she went to another company that she worked at for 10-ish year.  When they let her go, she was starting to have trouble walking and we’d noticed a difference in her ability to process information, but she went out and got another job that she had for a little over a year.  Since then, she has been on the look out for jobs, applying and such, but at almost retirement age in this economy, nothing was happening.

Dad has really stepped it up and stayed home from trips and worked his tail off to keep them in their house, but it’s been really hard on them.  Part of the reason we are so happy for this, is because now my mom will have the ability to see a doctor.  A person with MS shouldn’t have to go for three years without seeing her doctor.

It’s hard for Mom to be disabled.  She denied it for a long, long time.  When I really think about it, it makes me sad, like this weekend, I just wanted to go shopping with her like we used to.  But, I try to stay on the bright-side. Mom’s top priority was always her family.  That is what she always wanted in life and I’m so blessed that she is so close and can come over every day and play with her grandkids.  I’m so thankful my kids will know how much their grandma loves them.  Time is everything for kids and she gives them so much – every tiny bit she can get.


A V-day Tale

I feel like writing, but have not much to say.  Or maybe it that it is all jumbled up in my head.  Once, I blogged to clear my head.  Maybe it’s the quick one liners and photos in this social media age that has stolen my writing brain.

Today is Valentine’s Day.  A day of love.  I’ve been inundated with photos of others flowers and candies or woe is me status on Facebook.  And really, I don’t want to see a huge bouquet of flowers on your office desk, I’d much rather see your face or a petal or something creative.  I love photos, but somethings really don’t need to be posted to the internet.  I’m sure people think that about me.  I’m a photo-post-whore, but I do it with love.  Love of my family who doesn’t get to see my kids often.  I suppose I could email photos, but honestly I think it’s easier for them to go to Facebook than to have to figure out how to download photos.

Our Vday was interesting.  Zach woke early like always and as he was getting ready to leave the little one started stirring.  He offered to change her diaper and bring her to me.  [This is love.]  Later, I found a belated Christmas present, turned into a Vday gift on the table along with a card from Zach.  Isaac hugged and cuddled with me a long time before school.  And then when I returned home and began working I got the call…Zach had locked his keys in the car (again) and it had to be on a day when he was supposed to pick Isaac up from school.

I left to take him his keys so I’d arrive when he needed to leave to get Isaac.  I had put the keys in Lynzie’s lab as I was walking out the door.  Zach couldn’t find them when I got to his work.  My 20 minute trip just became much, much longer, because now we all had to go to pick up Isaac, back home to get the key and then back to Zach’s work.

An hour and twenty minutes later we arrived home from getting Isaac and there was the key in the middle of the garage floor.  I fed Lynzie and did a bit of work as the boys read through Isaac’s Valentine’s from school.  Then we packed up to get lunch and take Zach back to work with the key.  As I dropped Zach off, I teased him that this was just his way of spending Valentine’s Day with me.

Unfortunately, when we arrived home, we realized the dogs had not be locked downstairs as we normally do and they’d eaten all of Isaac’s Valentine’s and eaten all my used breastpads that were in the trash.  Isaac cried himself to sleep.  And when he woke up and saw the mess again, he was sad, but okay until he saw they’d ripped apart the bag he’d made, “But I thought it I made a pretty bag,” and the tears came in full.  Shortly, he got it together and picked up the mess and decided it was okay because he could make a new one next year.  Lynzie on the other hand, was having a rough afternoon and only wanted to cry.  Nothing I could do would soothe her.

At least my dad texted in the middle of the day and asked if he could bring over some homemade chicken noodle soup for dinner.  It was snowing and he always makes chicken noodle soup when it snows.  And I didn’t have to figure something out with two emotional kids.

In honor of Valentine’s Day, I encourage you to read My Love Story if you haven’t in the past and Zach has recently published a partial version (my Christmas present) that can be found here.

I’ll leave you with a story Isaac and I wrote…he loves to tell stories, so I’m trying to encourage the writing and telling by helping him put the spoken words in writing…enjoy:

Once upon a time there was an alligator and he decided to go in the ocean one day.  So he went in the ocean and he saw a shark.  And the shark was nice.  He saw a swimming bear and two mice in the water and two elephants.  There was a chipmunk in the water.  They decided to have party.  A kangroo came to the party and the danced and swam all night.  They didn’t sleep.