Merry Christmas vs Happy Holidays, and what it means to have Hope.

This weekend I was cleaning up my room and had some online Christmas radio station playing. Suddenly, I really got to thinking about something that get's me every time. This is kind of a combination piece. I think it adds on to the point I was trying to make in a recent post about using the "I'm disabled" card as an excuse to be mean to people. For me, it is never ok for ANYONE to call other people names, belittle their opinions or views... To me, there are people out there that just have far too much time on their hands.

I think this is particularly true over religion, and the never ending battle over "Merry Christmas" vs "Happy Holiday's".

I know people who do not consider themselves religious in any way, I know some who call themselves atheist, I also know many people of various other religions. I live in an area that seems to be highly populated by Jewish families. I've had Jewish neighbors, I know Jewish families through school, and both of my children have Jewish friends. I always tell my Jewish friends Merry Christmas. I am Christian, why would I not? Does them being of a none Christian faith mean I cannot offer them a word of good will?

I likewise have non faith and atheist friends. Most of which are just happy as pie for you and yours and are not the source of what I am about to say. However, I do know, and have known others who go far beyond just not believing in religion for themselves, but those who seek to destroy it for all. Especially at Christmas time. 

Why? Why would you do such a thing? How much hate do you have to have in your heart to want to strip others of their hopes? Nothing in this world is perfect, and for whatever reason you hold in your heart for choosing not to believe....why must you name call, belittle, and tear down your neighbor?

While cleaning and muddling through my thoughts on this matter I turned to Firefly. If you have never watched this show, you should. I thought upon the episode where River was being looked after by Shepard. River, not being able to make sense out of his Bible began to rip out the pages that she deemed to be impossible. She told Shepard that she was fixing it for him, to which he told her...you do not fix the Bible, it fixes you. He informed her it was about having FAITH, it didn't have to all make sense, it was about BELIEVING. Later, after reviewing her work, she brought it back to Shepard and told him that after she tore the pages from his symbol they turned to paper.

To me, this scene speaks volumes. It's not about right or wrong. It's not about humanly possible or not. It's about HOPE. Having something to believe in is a powerful thing. No matter what it is. (When I recently told Tyler that I didn't know about buying him a certain something for Christmas he told me, "You don't have to buy it for me, Santa will give it to me...because I believe!") Hope is what keeps people trucking a long. What makes them get up to fight another day. 

Instead of bickering over who is right or wrong, that logically it couldn't really be Jesus' birthday, what's the politically correct term to use....let's just offer each other a word or two of good will. In what ever manner means something to you. Whatever gives you HOPE. Whatever brings the warm fuzzies to your heart. 

Christmas in the hospital, 1997.

Fifteen years ago, I was spending my Christmas in a hospital bed with what filled me with HOPE. So much so, she was thus named. I have Hope with me every day. Although, I didn't know how long I was going to live and where life was going to take me....I had Hope. 

Upon finding out that I was expecting (what would have seemed like an uhoh teen pregnancy), I also found out I had cancer. I found out that it was grave. Both times I was pregnant the status of my cancer was severe enough that my life and theirs was in danger. My first visit to the doctor during my pregnancy with Tyler I was told that there was just no way my body could ever deal with a third child. Tyler would be the end of the line. After finally winning my battle against cancer, my marriage ended, and I was in a car accident that nearly took my life. 

HOPE is a powerful thing.  

I could not imagine getting through that time in my life without hope. So, I likewise cannot imagine why there are people out there who want to take that away from others. Christmas is a big time of year for me. Once upon a time, it was a time of uncertainty. Life has come full circle, and I have even more hope, faith, and good will to offer to all.

So whether you are Christian, Jewish, Buddhist, Pagan, Atheist, or .....

                MERRY CHRISTMAS!!

The verdict is in. Tyler suffers from autism.

It's almost a certainty if I receive a phone call from a specific area code that it is going to be the school district. There is one specific number that I know right off the bat to be the automated message number. Although I did get thrown off once and it was actually a person. Today I received a call from the automated message line informing me that a person I was friendly with and had a lot of doings with outside of the elementary school had randomly died the night before.

So when the second call came in from a separate number but same area code, I paused. I sat and looked at the number across my screen and debated as to whether or not I wanted to answer it. I sighed and bit the bullet.

It was the schools Speech Pathologist calling me in response to my call last Friday to the school Counselor. On one hand this would seem odd if it wasn't for the previous call. I imagine they have their hands full up there. They are offering grief counseling.

She asked me what it was specifically that I wanted. I told her just what I had said in my voicemail. I want a new meeting. Changes need to be made. But...You're not due til February. So? There's a problem NOW. Yeah...but I just don't know if we can squeeze in a meeting before Christmas...we are SO busy. Is there something we can do, maybe working with the teachers to help?

Well, the teachers are doing great as far as that goes. They're trying. The problem is... My IEP meeting was rushed through so that they could get back to the previous IEP that had been going on HOURS before mine and they still weren't done with it yet. So, now I have an IEP with holes in it. And, on top of that, this year there are so many things going on that Tyler had never faced before so no one knew there'd be a problem.

S.P. - What's the problem?

Me - For starters: His handwriting. It's terrible. Most of the time you can't read it. There are times HE can't even read it. I've talked to his teacher about this. We're all in agreeance. It's bad. Teacher says at this age his handwriting is solidified. But he gets marks on his papers for being sloppy, he loses points for not being neat...something needs to be done. 

S.P. - Ok. I'll talk to the OT people and see if we can get something going or see if he has to first be evaluated for a problem in this area before they can help him.

Me - Then: There's the whole issue of him getting lost in the classroom. Sure, they go over stuff in class but when it comes to processing it after the fact and that many of the things they are doing have longggg deadlines...he becomes confused. Somewhere between home and turning in the work he loses it. He does parts of an assignment, and forgets the others.

S.P. - Doesn't he have a resource teacher? They are usually the ones who help those with autism learn these kind of skills (time management/organization).

Me - Don't think so. Like I said. They hurried my meeting. Although they did bring in someone to touch base with us during the meeting in the event that they decided Tyler needed to go see that person.

S.P. - Ok, it sounds like to me that he's having trouble with a lot of things that are just common for those on the autism spectrum. He should be seeing the OT and Resource teachers. I will make a note of this here and see what I can get started and then if we can't squeeze a meeting in before Christmas maybe we could do the first week in January when we come back.

Me - That'll do. It just needs to get done sooner than February. He's struggling, and that's unacceptable.

S.P. - Are they using a check list with him in class?

Me - Not that I'm aware of. You mean, like in past years where he had a schedule and he checked things off throughout the day as he accomplished them?

S.P. - Yes.

Me - As far as I know...no.

S.P. - Did they help?

Me - I have schedules taped on my walls. Constant reminders of what he's suppose to be doing. Stuff he doesn't get at school. In the past, when he did these things in school, as far as I am aware it did help. It helped him stay on task and they said it helped make him more accountable for himself.

S.P. - Ok. We'll see about getting him a new one. Anything else?

Me - Well...What are YOU doing with him? Last year she took him 3-4 days a week (deliberately stated because she only takes him twice a week) and worked on socialization and volume control. He made great occasional progress. Now...? Not so much. Just Friday he got written up for being too loud in the hallway.

S.P. - Ohhh, so he's been having trouble recently. Well, I am glad you told me about that. I will work with him on implementing what we learn in class to other areas. *talks about how in the group she takes him with for socialization he does very well in and is very helpful to the other people whom struggle more than he does*

Me - Well, socially this year he has done much better than what he has in past years at this point. However, he does still struggle out on the playground with "equal" peers. Tyler has always been really good with  people who are at a lower level than him (hence why he plays with 5 year olds after school on the playground). You put him out there at recess playing football with the other kids and he tries to commandeer the game and they don't take kindly to it.

S.P. - That's a good point. I will try to start pulling him sometimes with groups of other people so he can work on applying the skills in different settings. He is definitely at the point (referring to the amount of time he has been in the speech program) that he needs to start learning to apply the skills he does in my classroom to other settings.

Me - Just so you know we have been working on understanding "personal space" at home.

S.P. - If Tyler cannot explain to you I could send home a packet of what we have been working on. It was designed for those with autism. We are learning about expected and unexpected. *brief run down that I don't quite recall (something about expected (acceptable) behavior and unexpected behavior that makes others uncomfortable)*

Me - *explains how Tyler sucks at explaining*

S.P. - Will work on that. 

*Giggling over Tyler being super excited about getting an eraser from her the other day*

S.P. - Ok, let me talk to the other teachers and I will get back to you just as soon as I have heard back from everyone and we will start getting this taken care of.

Me - Deal!


In short? NEWS FLASH! Tyler has autism and doesn't have all the services he should have. Time to fix that. By all means S.P. lady...tell the freaking principal WTH autism is. Tell her what's COMMON autism struggles.

*sighs* Two more weeks till vacation time. I can make it. Tyler can make it. 

WE CAN MAKE IT!

Mom? Dad? Is anyone there?

This weekend Blond Eyes was in a Christmas Parade for the city. We got up at 6:45 on a Saturday morning to usher her off to the starting point. The parade is hosted every year by different people and this year it was hosted by her color guard squad. The hosts were asked to be there earlier than the rest of the band. Her parents, her little brother, and her grandparents all lined up along the side of the road to see her march down the street in the mist of this giant hooha. When it was over she said that one of the members of her guard needed a ride home, because her parents weren't up yet. Not up yet? So they didn't even go?

This turned over in my mind for the rest of the day and on into the night. I decided it would be the next weeks blog post....but a few days are always needed to mull things over a bit in my head. Sunday morning I got up and a friend of mine had posted a blog link for her pregnant friends. I read the post, and it was in line with my thoughts...sort of. It was meant to encourage and set fears a side to expectant mothers, BUT in doing so it talked about how moms in the days of old did things. Which is what I had been thinking about the night before. Except, not just about moms, more in general.

Here are my thoughts on involved parenting.

Ages back I wrote a post about being involved. A month before school started Blonde Eyes was in band camp. Just before the start of school they were suppose to go in at predesignated times (based on their name) to pick up their schedules and have their ID badges made. Well, her time fell while she was at band camp. I thought there would be no issue, and figured she didn't really want me there anyways. You know...Miss High School and all. Not to mention...she was already going to be there due to the camp. Sadly, there ended up being an issue and she was unable to get her schedule or anything else done. She came home all sorts of upset with me. She even cried over it. She accused me, YOU'RE ALWAYS THERE! AND TODAY YOU WEREN'T!!

Miss High School indeed. I have come to understand that even though she puts up this front and tries to act like you're embarrassing her...she always glances out of the corner of her eye. She's looking, and she expects to see you there. As she marched up the street I saw her glance from the corner of her eye at us, I saw a grin creep across her mouth, she was dying for you NOT to call her name....but bygolly you had better do it. She turned her head at us to object to her brother's overly loud rejoicing....but not too much, because he might stop.

Shhhhh, you're embarrassing me!!

Afterwards she complained about the fuss. It was already hard enough to do her flag work and walk at the same time without having to deal with the distraction. Yet, you know that if there had been no distraction the complaint would have been...no one even cared!

I thought back to a very impressionable night of my youth. Despite the fact that one mostly didn't want to have any attention in my house there were a few times where I wished... just for a moment we were different people. This one particular night probably the most. 

Every year my elementary school had what they called a "Spaghetti Dinner" night. It was catered by Olive Garden. You came with your family to eat and to watch a show. Part of which was put on by a group of fifth graders. I had been in that group. I worked with my group for a long time to memorize this routine. That night, I got all dressed up in my costume. I walked out the door, and walked myself to the school. My parents were home. My siblings weren't doing anything important. I walked myself to school.

I did my performance. When it was done I stood in the entry way looking into the cafeteria. All the students sitting with their families, the teachers sitting together, and everyone enjoying their meal. Where would I sit? I decided I didn't belong there. So, I walked myself home. 

My children have never been forced to feel that way. When they scan the masses...there is always someone there. Miss High School is proving...there is no age limit to wanting to have your own personal cheering team.

The grin that betrays her mask of disgust.

Sure, in the old days things were different. Parents weren't involved. Even less so than what my parents were. Each generation back there was less and less involving yourself with parenting. I'm glad that the being involved part has mostly changed. Obviously it hasn't for everyone. There are some changes though that I find sad. 

I use to take myself to the park, swimming, ride my bike across town to the beach, travel up and down the islands of Florida....and no one cared. We'd walk into a theme park and it was "you come back here at X time", and that was the last you saw your parents....and no one cared. Today, most kids can't even play out in the yard without someone glued to the window. They don't dare just wander out in the open and out of sight.

Can we be involved in our kids lives AND let them have the freedom of NOT being kidnapped? That would be great...wouldn't it?

How to conform goat cheese.

I really do my best to avoid controversial subjects. I dabble in them occasionally, but do my best to not stay long enough to get things too stirred up. I seem to have hit one of those subjects, and I felt that it warranted a little bit more than what it was currently getting.

So, last night on a friends personal page they made mention of something, I replied to it, and a handful of other people did as well. One person started making tons of replies. In the end she probably had 100+ comments. She belittled everyone who disagreed with her. She used a term with me that I had never heard of before and was forced to google it. Come to find out it was a slang word. She was essential telling me to "eff off". I decided that instead of engaging this kind of person I was going to just tap out and not say anything.

Around comment 120+ or so I finally commented again. I had seen that in previous comments out of nowhere the "odd duck" would say things like "I have autism", "I have the aspergers autism" "I have an IQ of 170"....All of these comments were ignored by the person she was currently verbally assaulting. He ignored them because they had nothing to do with what they were talking about, and he consistently did not talk to her in the same tone as which she was talking to him in. My comment, was directed specifically at my friend, and did not mention this other person or anything from her conversation with the other person.

She then latched on to me. I replied with just "I wasn't talking to you". She then began to inform me that it didn't matter and went on a tangent. I said "That has nothing to do with what I said". She then informed me that well at least the other person had been intelligent and that I was being very rude and hello...she has autism.

Now, this really got under my skin. This person was being a total jerk to everyone and then saying they have autism to keep people from being mean back to her. She very clearly knew she was being a jerk, and abusing her "disability".

*Insert rant/convo from Tylerism's*

Ok. So here is why it bugs me. I have to fight for Tyler to get services. Services that he needs just to get his class work done. It makes it all the more harder for me to throw the word autism around for why he needs services when people are out there using it as a reason for them to get by with being a total butt to the general public. I make my son apologize for saying things he shouldn't. You know, those truthful observations that you really shouldn't say. I teach him that even though they are true that you shouldn't say them anyways. Calling people names and picking fights for no reason has nothing to do with autism. Calling people names is not those factual truths that you shouldn't say.

"Your child has to learn to conform". This is something that has been known to get under my skin. Why? I don't know. That pesky little word "conform" does it every time though. Why? Why does he have to conform? Why can't the public at large learn to deal with it? Here's the thing. He doesn't have to lose himself in order to conform. No one (better not be) is asking him to stop being Tyler. However, you can't do certain things. As I look around my house, as I look at my husband and myself... We are living our very quirky lives, and we conform where need be. My husband works from home, and he doesn't tell the people he's forced to talk to just how stupid he thinks they are.

We teach our kids that you can't do those things. We teach our kids that they are MORE than autism. We teach our kids not to hide behind their diagnosis. To go out there and BE something. To rise and triumph. To, dare I say, CONQUER it. And in order for our children to do these things, the adults have to stop using it as an excuse. It is NOT ok or a symptom of autism to call people names. It is not ok or a symptom of autism to use it as a shield to see to it that you do not receive the same treatment that you dish out. Those are very deliberate actions. Actions that are not acceptable.

In the big picture I do not care about anything this woman had said. I do not know this lady. And once this conversation dies away that will be the end of it for me. What I care about is people (she's not the only one) who water the word autism down - who only make it harder on the community. On top of it making it harder for everyone in the community what kind of awareness do you think that message is sending? If the other people in that conversation didn't know what autism was...what do you think they learned about it from this woman's behavior?

I have autism, so I'm not so good with people. I have autism, so I have to work a little harder at it than others. I have autism, so I find it hard to picture things in my head that I can't see in front of me. I have autism, it does not have me. This is the message I teach Tyler. I do not ever make it ok to say: I can't do that, I have autism. You're stupid, I have autism.

As I sit here thinking about new modifications that Tyler needs in his IEP, I can't help but wonder how much damage bad advertisement does for our community. We all want progress. We all want better services. We all want a way for our kids to learn how to rise to the occasion. We can't do that if the message is: Autism is a free ride. No one wants to give services for that. No one is saying that you can't have autism and be the person you are, just that you can't have autism and use it as an excuse for bad behavior. Especially once you're an adult, but that is a lesson learned in childhood.

Here is a link to an article shared to us in the above linked conversation. It's a good read, and she probably says it better than I do.

The dysfunctional house that Thanksgiving built....and other holidays.

First and foremost, Happy Thanksgiving to each and every one of you. Holidays and family dysfunction. What's new right? A quick look through facebook and you will see a wide range of meme's on the subject. Same on any other social media. It's like the glue that binds everyone. Most all people can relate to having some family dysfunction on some level or another.

My inlaws have a Thanksgiving tradition of toasting and giving one "I am thankful for...", so last night I laid in bed thinking about what would my toast be this year? What is it that I am thankful for above all else this past year? On my personal page I have been doing the traditional month of thankfulness. Most of which has had something to do with that particular day, but this is like the honorable mention. What is my prized blessing this year?

So, as I laid in bed thinking about it my mind turned to the past, as it most always does. I thought back to my childhood Thanksgivings. Whereas I could say that I could recall times of all day turkey cooking, I could not recall a single time of eating with my family or spending the day together. In fact, when looking over all other holidays, things just kind of came and went. We were not close. We did not spend time together. We did not celebrate. I never even had a single birthday party growing up. Not for any reason that I could explain. We were not poor. Our religion did not dictate against it. We just didn't do things together.

All through my childhood I dreamed of having my own family and how I would do things right. I prized myself on coming out of my dysfunctional family as being "normal" (ha, there is nothing "normal" about me). I had idea's though as to what "normal" was. The ideas one get's in their head are usually as far from what happens in reality as it can get it seems. At least, any time that I have ever dared to imagine.

I didn't really start "celebrating" things until after I had Hope. After moving to Texas and being around my mothers family we began actually having a little bit of a hooha over the holidays. After I married, my husband and I would make the rounds for the holidays (all manners of dysfunction here). After I divorced, I spent one round of holidays back with my mothers family, and the next round with friends from church. The next round of holidays I spent alone with my then boyfriend (whom I now mostly act like that was a relationship that never happened). Then I met my now (and forever) husband, and began spending the holidays with his family.

So, as I am preparing to start working my bread dough.... I'm not sure my toast will come out all that great, I'm not so hot at talking in front of people (not even people I know). It always makes my stomach bottom out. In the event that it doesn't come out right....I am thankful for chances. Seconds and thirds. Even fourth and fifths. Do-overs and selective memory. Whiteout and erasers. I'm still working out the details on how to do things, BUT that's when those chances come in handy.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone. May you each be blessed with giving and receiving chances. Be quicker to forgive, and slower to anger. Day to day life is promised to no one. Mistakes of the youth are often by an error in thinking that there is always time, and mistakes of the old are often by an error of thinking it's too late. May each of you feel loved today, and every day.

Blonde Eyes...Life with a teenager.

This meme says it all! (I found this ages ago circling the interwebs, I have no idea where it came from, other than that at the bottom is says WeKnowMemes. Not my picture, but it was obviously a free to circle the net pic)

The above meme has been a joke between Blonde Eyes and myself ever since we first found it circling facebook months ago. 

In my family there is a group of kids that were all really close in age. Three of them fell September, November, December all in the same year. One just a year older. I had a big hand in raising these kids in their younger years. Changed their diapers, babysat, and at different points each of them lived with me for a time.

I don't have the prettiest family story so let's leave it as:
 <insert gap of time of not talking to anyone even remotely related to me>. 

I have recently gotten in touch with the other three kids (as the fourth was my own). I have a close relationship with these kids. When each of these kids lived with me, I raised them like they were my very own (one of which even told me I was the best mother.ever.) I would gladly take even of them back. In.a.heart.beat. I hope I impacted their life just as much as they impacted mine. Looking at the teenagers they have turned into under the direction of their parents (which, even if I don't agree with everything they are up to these guys are still the amazing kids they were when they walked out my door), causes me to reflect more on my very own Blonde Eyes.

Last night on my personal status message I put (I am one of those annoying people who in the month of November throws up something I am thankful for every day): Day 15: I am thankful for Hope. She's not perfect, but she's a good kid. Of all the possible outcomes, I'm glad she's only a mildly annoying teenager :) ♥

Napping on the couch with the dog...

And here is the shake down of it. I get really annoyed with my daughter. She's not stupid. BUT she has always had a bad tendency to be L A Z Y. She would rather work really hard to get her grades barely afloat, then put forth half the effort to just keep them good to start with. So, she would things like, goof off the first three weeks (lose papers, not turn stuff in, turn in half finished work....), and then the next three weeks run around in a panic trying to get her grades up enough to pass.

Then, at home....rinse and repeat. You want her to actually clean up after herself? UGH, that's for lesser folks! You tell her to go clean her room, what you get is her going to her room and going to sleep. 

Napping on the couch....

She does a whole lot of the UGH and eye roll crap. Gosh, I swear I could just choke her sometimes.  Then, a week before school started she ran off like a complete crazy person with not a single lick of sense. We just refer to this as a momentary break of sanity.

High school started and she has actually gotten much better. Her and I are thick as thieves, and she loves being in Color Guard so much that I *almost* don't have to worry about her grades being too bad. Color guard has actually turned her into quite the beast. Lazy? Do you have any idea how many extra hours this child spends at school WORKING her butt off? I don't even keep count. She almost lives up there. There are weekends that she's up there working or traveling around with the band. Last night she came home with her thumb being a lovely shade of purple.

Watching t.v. on the couch...

And my lovely child who always does nothing but complain and whine? She gets physically assaulted on an almost daily basis and the teacher says she NEVER says a word about it. She comes home and does a kiss my boo boo bit and that's the end of it. o.O 

Chores? She's on it. I asked her to choose one night a week to cook to help out around here and she picked TWO nights.

In her Color Guard jacket.

So, Blonde Eyes might be pretty annoying and frustrating, but it's really only because I know she could be so much more if she WANTED to be. Overall though, I didn't draw the short stick with her. She doesn't party, she doesn't do drugs, drink, smoke, and isn't sexually active. Do I still worry that at any moment someone could pressure her into it? Hell yes I worry about it. I'm the mom of a very pretty teenage daughter who likes to make people (and especially peers) happy. 

But she has something she loves, and it keeps her busy. And right now, I'm happy with what she does in her down time. :D

At camp (before changing her hair color).

Criminal Intent

Mama (how many of my blogs start this way?) was telling me about a comment on a post of hers and asked me to check out a link. So, I go over and I read it. Right away I see what she was talking about. The provided link was to a post talking contrary about seemingly EVERYTHING that Mama and I think about autism. It was very strongly written. To me most of it was in a very defiant manner. Not only daring you to defy her, but almost begging you to.

The question at hand was....Why would this person want me to read this? There is nothing here that is anything like what I tell my readers. So....what was the meaning behind drawing my attention here?

The first thing that came to my mind was self advertising. As a page owner that happens all the time. Ohhh I love your page! Come check out mine. And then the page doesn't even follow your page. I'm thinking, same thing but with blogs. Then there is the possibilities of swaying people to come around to that way of thinking about autism.

PWAS then tells her well...maybe you're missing the point behind it. Mama then decides that she should not be so quick to anger and look for a silver lining in the message. Which all leads us here...

I then told Mama that here is the problem. When you don't know someone you then have to try to determine their intent on your own. You have no basis for making your decision either. When you don't REALLY know someone you get to decide for yourself if you want to put malice or love into their words.

Some people naturally like to jump to seeing bad in people others are hopelessly trusting and seeing nothing but good. I don't think many can just place themselves in neutral. What are the options left then? Well, I suppose you could jump to being offended and or retaliate/arrange dinner with your new BFF. Where possible you could consult a neutral third party who knows you both and ask for an interpretation. Or, you could go straight to the source. Hey, what did you mean by that? or Hey, this is what I got from that, is that what you meant?

My husband often tells me that the problem with  the written word is that you can't always tell what context it is meant to be taken in. I don't think that's true, because to me anything you say at any time in any fashion can be taken out of context if the person wishes to do so. I prefer the written word. I can formulate what I am saying. I can add things in, edit things out, and make sure that what I am saying is as to the point as possible.

I keep myself factual in my writings. I rarely attach feelings to them. I try to just say, HEY this is the way it is...no big deal. And I assume that being straight forward and to the point with an absence of feelings will lead to clarity for every reader. But next to no one who reads my blogs truly knows me. Knows me well enough to know my intent. I just hope that the words I say are taken the way they were intended. 

So, what was this other bloggers intent for Mama? I have no clue. The social aspect of people tends to be lost on me. It's why I stay in my home a lot. It's why if I venture out I don't go without my husband. But I could guess that most people's intents are not criminal in nature. Some might be selfish or misguided...but honestly....I just don't understand people.

I'm not a jerk. Hopefully this other blogger isn't one either. I would just say to each of you, be careful how you judge intent. You cannot always judge intent of the person based off of your feelings. In the end, I respect Mama's chosen response to the situation. She was angry. She consulted a couple of friends. And then sat her feelings aside. She decided that just because she doesn't agree with this person that it didn't mean they had to be enemies.