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minus one

Manhattan.

We were walking and I saw this place and nobody else wanted to stop and take the picture but I wouldn’t take no for an answer.

I love this picture. I feel that it perfectly captured us, together, on this trip. I am thankful Emily was there to capture so many shots of us together. It is a beautiful photo of my little family of five. But it also makes my heart ache. For the one who stayed home.

I know that we did the best thing for her, it was what she wanted after all. She can hardly tolerate a flight to San Francisco, which is just about an hour. Six hours in a plane to New York City would have been torture for her, and anyone seated near her. Even more torturous for her would have been the crowds, the noise, the tiny hotel room, the walking, the subway, the spontaneous but necessary change of plans when things didn’t go the way we thought or we make a mistake.

I also know that the other children need time away – time for us to focus solely on them – time that doesn’t revolve around Mckenna’s specific and demanding needs, and instead is just about THEM. What we can experience with them. What we can teach them. What we can do as five people who want to see the world. I know that when it’s just us and them, I can do things that I never get to do. I can talk to them and notice them more. I simply have more to give. The ebb and flow of the five of us is so….easy. And uncomplicated. Even on vacation. Even in a place as intense as this. That is good for them.

Emily and I talked about how different our travel experiences were – her with little ones and mine closer to the teen side. How these three can pack for themselves, get ready themselves, tie their own shoes, hold their own jackets. How these three don’t need to be herded and kept close by. They know not to wander. They are so independent. She said to me, “You guys are so relaxed.” I was like, surprised, when she said that. I remember kind of blinking, and nodding, and then smiling because she was right. And I hadn’t noticed. And that in itself is a gift. To be able to travel, with children, and feel relaxed.

So then there’s Jeff and I as a couple. So immersed in our schedule every day, in what we want to do to make our lives work, in Mckenna’s behavior therapy and her school goals and her non compliance and her spontaneous mood changes and whether or not she is sleeping and brushing her teeth. And that is just her! We are also completely immersed in the others’. Their school schedules, activities, homework, playtime, late night teary talks, food making, and the list goes on and on and on. I mean, multiply all of this craziness by four. We literally go! go! go! all day long, every day. Every. Day. Then add in our own needs, our relationship as husband and wife, our jobs, and our home, and we could literally spend every second of every day tending to someone or something else. That doesn’t even include time we’d like to spend with friends or family.

Our lives are full. Full in a good way, but still so very full. I am not complaining. I want this life.

I know all of us are leading full lives, we are all doing the best we can with what we have. The difference for us is Mckenna. Having a child like Mckenna living in your home is really difficult. It is hard because it pushes you to the limits of what you think you can handle, of your patience, and of what you think you can sustain. Our family needs people who can help us with that. This year has been all about finding those people. We know we can’t do it alone, all the time. When we find someone who is willing, we are intensely grateful for it. We now have people in our home working with Mckenna or simply being with her four days a week, a few hours at a time. So we have created a support system, but we are still tweaking and building upon it. It feels so good to know that there are people out there we can depend on, who want what we want for our daughter. Although we know one of our options when we go on vacation is to hire a caregiver to stay at our house with her, it just feels good knowing that we have support from family, who rearranged their schedules and took her into their lives for a week. We would not have been able to have this experience without them.

I know that we did what was needed for her and for the rest of us by having her stay with my family while we were away. I know she was loved by them and taken care of. Not only that, but they got to build on their relationship with her. My stepdad got time cuddling her on the couch. (A rarity). My sister got time taking her out to breakfast. Everyone who helped had a chance to bond with her in a way that doesn’t happen when we are ALL around. Mckenna thrives most one on one.

We wanted a connection to her, even from far away. She hates talking on the phone so we couldn’t do that, but we got updates from family and that helped. Being at the Macy’s Parade and hearing from my mom via text that Mckenna was sitting in front of the television with her breakfast, watching it from California, connected us. Another text from my sister with a photo of Mckenna sitting on the couch, watching a Disney sing-a-long video, surrounded by adults visiting on Thanksgiving, just to let us know she was happy. Hearing from my brother that he was just about to put her to bed, and she was moving through her computer time routine. Bringing Mckenna’s beloved Uniqua with us on the trip and taking photos of her everywhere – Uniqua in Times Square, Uniqua sleeping in bed with the boys, Uniqua eating pizza, Uniqua riding the subway, Uniqua next to a Picasso. We texted some of them to share with her and plan to make her a book for Christmas: “Uniqua takes Manhattan!!”

This is not the blog post I was planning on. This all just pretty much fell out of my brain. I thought I was just sharing a photo. It feels good to put it out there, and let it go. I am acknowledging these feelings, and sharing them so that others might understand better. I have a strong desire to help people understand what it is like to raise a child with different needs, what she goes through, what we go through. I want anyone reading to see that it was amazing for us to get the time away, but also understand how there is always a hole where she is missing. We were minus one. How confusing and sad that can be. How there is light and dark.

I am divided. I want what cannot be. I so enjoyed my time away, my easy, relaxed time away. But I wanted her there. I wanted her to want to be there. I wanted her ABLE to be there. And she cannot. She does not currently have the ability to withstand the stress of a family vacation. We have two families now – one with her and one without her. And they both operate differently. I wonder if it will ever get easier.

There can be so much judgement in the world of special needs children and adults. They can be pigeon holed easily. What works for one MUST work for the other, and if it doesn’t, you are doing it wrong. Decisions parents make are judged as right or wrong, good or bad. We do it to ourselves. In reality, each of these people is just as different and unique as all of us. Each one has their own specific needs, even if they are all grouped into one syndrome or disorder. Each of us, as their parents, have to figure out what those needs are. We have to truly see our children, see what they need, drop the conventions and “what will people think”, and then let our own wants go by the wayside.

I guess I just want anyone reading this to know how we struggle, we question, we love, we celebrate, we try, we fail, we yell, we cry, we laugh, we mourn.

How it’s all we have.

Post edit: I want to make it clear that I don’t feel guilty at all. My emotions come from wishing for things that cannot be, and missing her. Thank you for all the wonderful and supportive feedback.

lazy susan: december (banana bread)

The theme for our Lazy Susan this month is: desserts!

We thought December would be the perfect time to share some recipes that you can in turn share with your family, friends, and neighbors over the holiday season. If you follow along the links at the bottom of all of our posts, you will be taken to the next recipe and the next blogger. At the end you will have clicked through eight different dessert recipes.

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BANANA BREAD

This recipe was discovered one weekend afternoon while hanging around the house with my brother Shane and his girlfriend Rachel. We always tend to have a few bananas in a state of rot, and Rachel and I were craving a warm, sweet, baked good. (As per usual). Rachel put Shane on the hunt to find a great banana bread recipe, and after spending some time, we found this one on Food Network. He told us he picked it because it had the most reviews and the highest rating. So Rachel gave it a try while I sat on the couch. (This is the best way to enjoy banana bread.)

We loved it, and have made it several times since. Drew is usually the first one to get a steaming hot slice straight out of the oven. I am shortly behind him. It fills the house with the most delicious scent.

I wish smells were photograph-able.

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Whenever I am in the kitchen, it is a requirement that I have music playing. So when you make this banana bread, pop on some tunes, and follow these instructions:


I put out all the Christmas records today, so I chose from the pile, and Charlie Brown Christmas it was.

INGREDIENTSES:

1 cup granulated sugar
8 tablespoons (1 stick) unsalted butter, room temperature
2 large eggs
3 ripe bananas
1 tablespoon milk
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
2 cups all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon baking powder
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon salt

First steps, not photographed: Preheat the oven to 325 degrees F. Butter a 9 x 5 x 3 inch loaf pan.

Then, cream the sugar and butter in a large mixing bowl until light and fluffy. Isn’t that too relative? I never know exactly how light and fluffy, so I just wing it. Add the eggs one at a time, beating well.


Grab another bowl, smallish, and mash your (3) bananas with a fork.


Then mix the milk and cinnamon into your mushy banana.


In a third bowl, (I never said this was easy), mix together your dry ingredientses. (Flour, baking powder, baking soda, and salt) You actually need to do this step, I have tried to skip the third bowl thing out of laziness and my bread was too moist. Don’t try it in one bowl people. Not good.

So now you have three bowls. One with your egg/butter/sugar mixture, another with your banana/milk/cinnamon mixture, and a third with your flour/salt/etc.


Add the banana mixture to the original creamed mixture and stir.


Now add dry ingredients, mixing just until flour disappears.


Pour the batter into the buttered bread pan and and bake 1 hour to 1 hour 10 minutes, until a toothpick comes out clean.


Now for the really hard part: waiting for an hour while the smell of this deliciousness teases you. You could clean up if you want. I didn’t. I sat at the kitchen table drinking water and reading Twitter until it was time to pick my kids up from school.


When we got home, Mckenna said, “MMMMMmmm something smells good.”

We had ten more minutes to wait.


Once it is out of the oven, set aside to cool on a rack for 15 minutes.

We can never wait that long.

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Join us on the first of each month as this diverse group of food lovers share their favorite recipes, tips and tricks inspired by the seasons.

To keep moving along our Lazy Susan, click here to be taken to Amy Boring’s blog for her moms’ famous caramel corn.

 

The happiest of happy surprises

Our plan started months ago – I would be in NYC with my family and Emily would meet us there with hers, but we wouldn’t tell any of the children.
There were so many times one of us would almost slip up as the trip got closer, we were both BUSTING to share the exciting news with our little girls, who hadn’t seen each other in over a year.

We were just as excited to see each other.

But we held strong, not even mentioning there was a surprise in store.
Neither of the girls had ANY idea – none of the kids did.

The morning of, we were texting constantly, keeping track of their progress and our whereabouts.
FINALLY, the time arrived!
I told her to text me when she got to our block.
As soon as I got the news, I innocently asked Anna if she would come outside with me for a photo.
Jeff manned the camera, and I positioned us so that Emily’s family would come up behind us.

As she sidled up alongside us, she asked, “Can you take a picture of us too?”

And that’s when the hugs and squeals and laughs began, and the missing ended.

And of course, being the dorks we are, we couldn’t help but croon to each other, “REUNITED AND IT FEELS SO GOOOOOOOD.”

The girls were like two strips of velcro – attached at the forehead and hip from the moment they were back together.

So were we all, really…

These people are family. Ups and downs and distance never seem to matter for long.

Two days in the city together over the holiday was completely magic.

SO grateful for this time together.