The phone in the common den in one hand, scalding tea in the other, Vesta smiled when her party answered.

This very hawt phone is available here:

“Surprise, it’s Vesta; yes, it’s been a while — a long while….  Oh I love it here, the adjustment was much easier than I’d thought….  Yes, well, I keep a bit of a hand in, you know the odd lecture and book groups and whatnot, but nothing long term….. right!  Nothing that pays is more like it.  And you? ….Yes, wonderful, I’d heard about that.  ….  Visit?  I’d love to!  It’d be like old times…..  No, of course I don’t mind tagging along to a lecture or two….  I’ll phone you my itinerary tomorrow!”

This clean-lined bag is available here:

The next day Vesta planned her layered traveling outfit and packed underthings and toiletries in her weekender bag.  She bought her train ticket for the upcoming weekend and phoned ahead with her itinerary.  It would be grand to be back in the city!


About AngelaLTodd

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. nancy clarke says:

    Lovely! and thank you for including my phone from on your blog. Including a story to everything makes it all the more special. Definitely will start visiting now.


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