Velma

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Fresh from the city, Velma decided to go downtown and spruce up… something.  Relieved to be back on her own turf, she nonetheless craved a sparkle or splash of some kind.  She engaged a ride to the village and had a lovely warm afternoon strolling through the little shoppes on main street.

 

She decided on a beautiful cat brooch with just the right balance of shiny sparkle and mystery.

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She stopped for tea in the storefront bakery and had tea and a biscuit.  She opened her brooch and laid him on the wee marble table that she had to herself; she studied him and smiled.  He had a curious personality.  She took a bite and decided to name him Biscuit.  She smiled again.

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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 Velma

  1. orples says:

    I love the architectural detail in the buildings in your photograph. I’ve stopped at several small towns around Virginia and snapped off some shots myself. The older buildings just ooze with personality.

  2. Thanks for your comments! And check out Amelia’s shoppe, I just love her work.
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