Velma Is Surprised

This inspirational art is amazing: AND I’m completely charmed that she’s a yogi roller derby mom. Wish we could have lunch.

Who likes talking about money? Velma wondered as they dove into the Chinese takeout that Scarlett had ordered.  She was too shy to say it was her first try.

The three women had agreed to buy a small New York  apartment, had agreed to put their money on the table, and had agreed that they would each contribute what they could and wanted, regardless of whether or not it was “even.”

Velma always felt like a poor churchmouse and this was no exception.  She bit into the fried eggroll.  Cabbage?  Carrots?  Pork?  Delicious.  The sangria was lovely, too.

Some of the most diverse, imaginative, and realistic felt food on the web:

When they’d had a second glass, they wrote on paper what they planned to spend.  Velma’s quiet life paid off.  Her contribution, theoretical so far, was highest!  She grinned her relief into her sangria glass.


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 Is Surprised

  1. doodesignshop says:

    Hi from etsy!
    I like your shop and your work. All items are very pretty. Adorable!^_^
    Happy weekend,


  2. Hi Ratcha,
    I favorited your shop, your kitties and bags are just sweet! Thanks for stopping by the shop and the blog!
    Happy summer,

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