Believe In The Magic Of Christmas

An unwanted and unsolicited dialog has been happening at our home.  Our 10 1/2 year old openly questioning her belief in Santa.  Although, I would assume she had started having doubts last year, she was kind enough on my old soul to keep her curiosity silent.

That is until now.

The conversation started….

“Mom, so-in-so’s mom told her there is no such thing as Santa.” My initial quick response, I shouldn’t repeat.  It caught me off guard and my guttural sense to preserve our children’s youth and naivety kicked in.  The next day….again…..”Mom, so-in-so said her mom and dad let them pick what they want off their list.  She has NO Santa gift.”  I was a tad more prepared and responded gentler with; “Well, that’s great for their family but WE believe.”  The last straw……. “Mom, seriously, I can handle it. I know the truth. Everyone else’s mom is honest with them.”  I took a deep breath, turned and looked in those deep blue eyes to try and touch her soul and stated what I truly hope my family will always believe.

May you always believe in the magic of season.

May you always believe in the magic of season.

I said, “Libby, if you don’t believe in Christmas or in the existence of St. Nick, then it makes it difficult to trust in magic and miracles. In turn, it makes it unfathomable to believe that there will ever be a cure for Parkinson’s or hope for your dad.  We have to be able to have confidence in things we don’t see.  You just have to believe.”

Not that I expect her to fancy in a jolly old soul coming down the chimney forever but I do want her to trust in the true spirit of Christmas.

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PS….. Damn you moms that think it’s ok to spread your disbelief.  Sometimes that’s all we have and need.

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Sleep Baby Sleep

Sleep Hadley Sleep!

The wonder her dreams are filled with.

The peacefulness of a child sleeping.

Mom mistake number 1 in parenting was made the first week Libby came home from the hospital. The blunder pediatricians warn and clinics are devoted to. The one where, at the library a vast section of parenting books are indexed on; how to avoid, solve, terminate and demystify.  Ring a bell? If so, you know the name Dr. Richard Ferber and my mistake…..sleeping with your child.

It began quite innocently and seemed so natural.  There was this new little life that we were responsible for. How could I close my eyes and sleep without her by us? What if she needed something and I didn’t hear!?  So, in one room there stood a beautiful new pristine white Bratt Decor crib and the other, a bed filled with 3 bodies.  At her 1 year check up the doctor declared “You have become Libby’s pacifier” and urged us to stop. I made an attempt to put and end to it but she sat there screaming, to the point that she made herself sick and I caved. It wasn’t worth it to me.  Four years later, we were welcoming a new blessing and the biggest transition was getting Libby ready to sleep on her own while we made the number 1 parenting mistake …..again.

Libby and Hadley are completely different as most siblings. From their demeanor, to their likes, fears and sleeping habits.  Libby lays there peacefully, in one spot, always on her side, ready to tell stories, share her day, say her prayers and close her eyes. In the morning she almost always in the same position.  Hadley the complete antithesis. She is never ready to surrender for the day! A ball of energy. Afraid if she closes her eyes, for just one moment, she may miss something. Even while sleeping, her body is constantly in full running motion.

I never gave much thought about how my children slumber until Don’s Parkinson’s diagnosis.  Don was a crazy sleeper and dreamer, always experiencing a game or practice in the middle of the night. Many times I was woken to a play being relived and I was a collateral practice dummy.  I attributed his sleeping habits to lack of it.  Coaches work non stop.  Watching and re-watch film until the wee hours of the morning.  So, it was natural to me that he couldn’t turn the switch off.  While pregnant with Libb, in the black of night, I was awoken to  Don “going for a ball” and “we” were in the way.  Many nights are spent playing musical beds because of this.

Then I read one of the first warning signs of Parkinson’s is a failure of  “muscle control” system to work during REM sleep. People in the early stages of Parkinson’s disease may have unexpected movements and act out their dreams during REM sleep. They may jump out of bed, kick, punch, jerk or moving ballistically during REM sleep, at a time when movements are usually suppressed. This sign may appear eight or more years before other Parkinson’s symptoms develop – and it may be the first sign a patient has. Then it all started to make sense.

Someone recently asked me if I would have the children genetically tested to which I responded adamantly no, for a variety of reasons.  It deeply worries and haunts me after watching Hadley sleep that she is more like her father than just her features and temperament. At night, when I start down the path of terrifying thoughts that our girls may have to face Parkinson’s in their future, I just look to the right, see that sweet baby face, listen to her breathe and say a special prayer, just between me and God.