Susan

Posted on October 16, 2012 by AngelaLTodd
fine art drawing

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Susan was beautiful.

She had the biggest hair in the village.

Her belly and her smile

both glowed.

black and white photo bakery

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She started helping in the bakery.

Greek?

Biracial?

Italian?

Chicano?

Mulatto?

black and white nature photo

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Spanish?

It was hard to tell.

But Susan was

the only one

in town.

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 Susan

  1. piecesofelises says:
    October 17, 2012 at 2:36 am

    Thanks for featuring my drawing! I love the idea of writing short stories about artwork on Etsy 🙂

    Reply
    • angelleighdesigns says:
      October 17, 2012 at 7:14 pm

      I’m particularly grateful to Tara (of Taraville) who pushed me to get the images to bring readers right to your etsy shop if they click on them. I didn’t even KNOW i could do that! 🙂

      It takes a village,
      xx
      angela

      Reply

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