Vesta

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Vesta prepared for her talk on poetry by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950).  She mulled over her outfits, bearing in mind she would not be on the university campus this time.  Finally, she chose what she had always considered her most authoritative choice.  It was visually strong and physically comfortable.  While she did not want to be intimidating, she did not have her professorial post to back her up any more.  Some of her sister spinsters would drive the distance from the rooming house, but otherwise Vesta wasn’t sure what to expect of her audience.  Book club girls?  Stodgy older men?

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Vesta topped her outfit with her favorite hat, grabbed a topcoat, and looked for the keys to her Model A.  It had been some time since she last lectured; she was nervous.

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At the last minute she added a feminizing touch to her outfit, lest she offend.  Then she jumped in the old  model A and made her way to the library and her newest career adventure.

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I am queen of the helicopter parents. But there are enough of us that we are becoming a social problem. Here’s my story. Thing 1 was coming, they couldn’t stop him, it was only 24 weeks and 3 days. Someone asked: should we try to save him? Well, yes. Yes! Ten days later, a team of doctors closed the door behind us to explain brain bleeds, sepsis, meningitis. Shall we pull the plug? Well, no. No! Babydaddy laid hands on him every day, massaged him when he was ready. For the three months he was in intensive care, and the three weeks at an intermediate hospital, I would get up in the night and pump breast milk, thinking about my baby across town. Babydaddy delivered it every morning, earning the name “milkman.” It was funny. We had every therapy going for as long as possible: early intervention, the intermediate unit, private therapies. Terms multiplied: sensory processing dysfunction, sensory integration problems, orally defensive, auditory sensitivities, comprehensive developmental delay, cognitive function impairment, retinopathy of prematurity. He did occupational therapy, physical therapy, speech therapy, play therapy; we consulted with a neurologist, school psychologist, wraparound service provider, developmental specialist. He worked with an occupational therapist for a year and a half to tolerate teeth and hair brushing. Not surprisingly, parenting didn’t feel natural. I learned to read to my baby watching Phyllis, our physical therapist. Voices, commentary, labeling colors, counting… she was very good! Merging professional research skills with my genetic propensity for silliness (mom was class clown, dad’s distantly related to Lucille Ball), my mothering style came together. Eventually. But I still channel Phyllis on occasion. Thing 2 was full term. They are complete opposites; she is a sensory seeker with a wild sense of adventure and an inventive sense of fashion. Keeping them both busy and happy is an exasperating and sweet challenge. I still believe that every day can be fun and educational while reinforcing kids' boundaries. I’m on a mission to save us helicopter parents from ourselves. No more bubble wrapped kids and guilty parents. Let’s teach them coping skills. Let’s get fun.
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2 Responses to Vesta

  1. Thank you for the feature! Such a nice article!!!

  2. Thank YOU for your nice compliment. I simply adore your work!
    Happy holidays
    Angela

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