Every time I see it, I swoon. Dream home and beyond…
I loved this post from @autism_lovers – it demonstrates how much acceptance is part of daily life in a home with autism.
Living with autism means that differences are not just tolerated, but that they are appreciated.
It means being a top-notch detective and trouble-shooter.
Living with autism means learning to be flexible, patient, and – above all – incredibly creative.
I feel blessed to have the opportunity to work with children with autism in the realm of physical activities – I make a point to take note of the parents when they drop their children off, and during any and all interactions they may have. Each child is different and I am ever astounded by how well parents navigate often choppy seas. I know that behind the scenes it isn’t always the smooth sailing we see…and I think that makes me appreciate, all the more, how much those parents do each day to ensure the best communication and opportunities possible.
As someone on the outside, I want to commend those parents who live this daily. In a way that you may never realize, you touch others’ lives too. You teach the rest of us how important it is to accept one another as we are, to be patient, to love to the full, and to laugh (especially to laugh!) even in the face of adversity.
#doL ❤ VE”
Today is my mother’s birthday, so I thought I’d honor her by sharing her absolutely phenomenal talent. What’s even more wonderful than these beautiful arrangements is the reason behind them. . .
For as long as I can remember, my mother has participated in some kind of volunteer or charitable work. She’s done countless classes for children, in particular, over the years, and loves nothing than giving, sharing, and seeing others surprise themselves with talents of their own.
She recently spearheaded an event, Flowers, Fashion, and Footwear, that raised money for a local social service agency that she has worked with for many years, Community Centers Of Greenwich. CCI services children, adults with special needs, and seniors, and provides educational and financial assistance for lower-income families.
I am convinced that my love and passion for volunteering with these communities was passed down by her and my father’s dedication to helping where they can. I am honored to be their child and thankful for the early exposure to these wonderful aspects of community service.
For the CCI event, flower arrangers were called upon to pick a pair of Louboutin shoes – owned by Kent Russell, perennial specialist – and design an arrangement to match.
I looked at the photos in the Fairfield County Look article (event link above) and without knowing hers, I gravitated to them as my “favorites.”
I grew up with the great fortune of having flowers and nature in our home all year round (yes, even in the throes of wintertime!) And it wasn’t just the beautiful blooms or branches, which I, for one, adore… The unreal sculptures and art she always manages to create look more like they belong in THE fanciest spas, homes, hotels…whatever!…in the world. They’re always breathtaking.
The shoes, of course, were art of their own. Having been in the footwear and fashion industry for many moons, I watched the birth to death of many a pair…and I know exactly what goes into them. I’d personally steer clear of stepping out in these if I were him, however, simply in fear of dirtying their impeccable polish!
In any case, I’ll maintain my mother has a supernal gift because there’s no explaining the talent – it’s an inherent spark I wish I had. But I’m so very proud of her, and I’m inspired by the things she does to raise money to help wonderful causes…all the time. I can only hope to make as much difference in my life, and am blessed to have the example. (Keeping in mind I won’t ever quite get the hang of flower arranging!)
When I had to let my two melanistic F1 Jungle Cats go many years ago, I was so devastated that I refused to have cats at all – my heart was broken and I just didn’t want to go through it again. All or nothing.
But when faced with a debilitatingly painful situation in my life, a close friend gently suggested I think about it… Bearing time alone – or any time at all – hurt so much that I was nearly unable to function.
One of the boys, a rescue, was taken into a home, and then brought back to the foster because the new family thought – because of his fur color – that he was “bad luck.” He was one of the sweetest kittens any of us had met and I decided – if he liked me too – that he would travel back home to live with me. For good. Black cats and I have a habit of working out. ❤
As fate would have it, a second all-black, bob-tailed rescue would show up…and the two of them got on famously.
The rest was history, and now we have two beautiful, jet black boys, Keku and Musashi.
I remember nearly every day how lonely I felt back then…and how lonely I’d feel now without them. Even when I get mewed to death an hour before dinner time, I’d be crushed not having them in my life.
No matter what I’m doing, they’re there just hanging out, with sweet spirits and ridiculously silly antics to assuage any bad day.
I’m not a huge “holiday person” (save for Halloween, which I daresay is highly evident given my posts!), but it’s always a treat to be with family…and to be forced to relax (admittedly hard for me BUT…much needed.)
I’m grateful for so much, but of those many things…I’m especially thankful for those closest to me. Food-centric gatherings are not really my thing – I am incredibly boring with my nutrition (though I enjoy my foods immensely!) so there is always extra care involved.
My husband always makes sure that I have things I’ll like – always. He’s never not aware , and will make certain clean foods are available for me (believe it or not, finding someone who wouldn’t think I was crazy for the way eat (like a zoo animal!) was a major source of anxiety for me. For a decade at least!) This year he made lobster and he made a few extra for me with nothing on them – at all. Super clean, and wildly delicious! 😀
As for the rest, we always have yummy sides – I have a few intolerances, so I stick to what I know works…and it never disappoints. 🙂 Once upon a time I had a really difficult time portioning, and feeling obligated to have everything – after a few bouts of making myself sick in the past, I’ve learned NOT to do that! *LOL*
It was a wonderful few days…as I hope it was for everyone. ❤