sweating the big stuff, together

The easiest moment of my last two weeks was trying to touch my forehead to my knees in 105 degrees along with 25 other people. Bikram Yoga is awesome. What is not awesome is coming home from work five days earlier and the caregiver who has been with your children for 12 months decides she can’t handle your typical three-and-a-half year old and involves your six-year old in a scene reminiscent of Kramer vs. Kramer. People can simply be…yes, awful.

Sustained by my peer parents, we have made through and have a wonderful girl joining us on Monday. Benefitting from a concerted effort to rally around me – dispelling my self-doubt, banishing my guilt, pointing to the opportunity for a positive change – was awesome. People can simply be…yes, awesome.

flipping, flipping out

My sweet little six-next-week-year old walked toward her bubbly bath and flipped me the finger.

She kindly explains: “Lauren said this is a way of saying a curse word. Is it?” My eyes rolled back in their sockets and saw two words branded into my brain matter: A curse word and “Lauren.”

With eyes back in place and focused on the pink-polished finger, I somehow resisted the need to speak in tongues. I calmly uttered, “Lauren really shouldn’t show you something like that. Please don’t listen to everything she says. Now, hop in the bath.”

I am mad.  I am sad. I’m mad at Lauren. I’m sad for my little one.

I want to call the mother of Little Miss Show and Tell and ask her to teach her child to keep her fingers to herself. I’m just not sure I have the nerve to open up that Pandora’s Box.

Why is naiveté so short-lived?

music memory

Despite the garish news surrounding Whitney Houston’s death, her music reveals long-forgotten memories.

“How Will I Know?” takes me immediately back to the summer we donned colorful make-up and scarves in our hair, popping back and forth trying to string together, “How will I know if he’s thinking of me? I try to phone but I’m too shy (can’t speak).” Pitch perfect, regrettably not.

My most painful break-up was accompanied by “I Will Always Love You.” Whitney sang, “So, goodbye. Please, don’t cry. We both know I’m not what you, you need.”

He said, “So, goodbye. Please don’t cry, again. I know you are not what I need.”

Music memories are inescapable.

snake oil

Enter the search terms, “Irish, Examiner, autism, Humphreys” and you will quickly see the firestorm taking place in Ireland this week. In his article, an “experienced clinical psychologist” (Tony Humphreys) has cast the cause of autism on parents: Their coldness toward their children is to blame, he has declared.

It is unlikely you don’t know a family challenged by autism today.

It is also unlikely you don’t know a family not advocating on behalf of their autistic child and loving that child unconditionally while working through the day-to-day challenges of autism.

People like Tony Humphreys are shameless self-promoters. Perhaps his parents were cold toward him.

busting bullies

When someone tells you about a kid, a boy, being bullied in elementary school, how do you visualize that young boy? Do you see a kid with little athletic ability, maybe glasses and a large book bag, and socially awkward?

My nephew is ten, handsome, popular in that football-playing kind of way, kindhearted, and funny. As the eldest of seven grandchildren he is revered by his cousins, from my six year old to the six month old. So you can imagine my shock to learn that he has been bullied so badly over the last two weeks that he was developed a noticeable tic in his eyes.

The bullying is vitriolic in its tone and intent: “I am going to kill you,” the bully has told him.

Bullying in American schools has received a lot of attention in the last two years. Of course, it has been going on for as long as anyone remembers. Unfortunately, the days when our parents could wait at the school gate and give the bully a verbal licking are over. Unfortunately.

In sharing our personal stories of being bullied, the conversation often ended with, “Well, he must feel pretty badly about himself of he needs to verbally and physically assault another kid.”

Actually – he doesn’t feel badly about himself at all. A recent study reverses the long-held notion that bullies have low self-esteem, and that they put down others to feel better about themselves. According to an expert on bullying, Dr. Claudio Cerullo, bullies usually have a strong sense of entitlement and superiority over others, and lack compassion, impulse control and social skills.

New Jersey’s recently enacted “Anti-Bullying Bill of Rights” requires officials in every public school in the state to designate an anti-bullying specialist and a safety team to review complaints, file reports to a district anti-bullying coordinator, and investigate allegations of bullying within one school day.

We will see what this week brings. It may bring me to the school gate echoing my Mother’s question, “Where is he?”

blah, blah, blah-ging

A well-known actress is exhibiting behavior that is frankly unbecoming someone her age and experience. Reading and listening to reports about her trials and tribulations I have muttered to myself: Who cares? What does it really mean to the rest of us with demanding jobs, equally demanding children, and relentless bills, that all combine for varying degrees of anxiety?

Sitting to pen another post it occurred to me to ask the same questions of The Rusty Fork. It was time to truthfully examine whether I had published posts infused with knowledge or thoughtful opinion on the given topic. Have any posts encouraged further exploration? Have they even provided a giggle? If not, they have simply served to waste bandwidth and I have failed in my goal to provoke conversations.

It turns out I have failed. I based this assumption not on stats, but by reviewing the posts once more and then candidly asking of them, “Who cares?”

I’m not ready to concede just yet. Rather, I will regroup and work on some observations worth sharing with you. I realize I am lacking focus. I will explore your blogs for inspiration.

Perhaps you’ll visit once again.

draw me in

Do you remember when watching the theme music for a show was also part of the show? There were the ladies’ entrances in dramatic gowns on Dynasty, the grit of law and order on Hill Street Blues, and the fruits of hard work and commitment to family on Walton’s Mountain.

A couple more? LA Law, Hart to Hart, and the Rockford Files…well, it rocked. Then, St. Elsewhere had Denzel while ER had Clooney to make those themes well worth the watch.

Today, theme music rarely amplifies our anticipation of the hour ahead.

Here is my favorite from the good old days: thirtysomething. Do you have a favorite tv theme?