Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

The Skateboard


by Troy Foster

I’ve been thinking a lot about a skateboard for the last couple of weeks.  Trust me, I’m not a skateboard guy, never have been, and don’t plan to pick up this new hobby.  Though some of you would have fun watching that unfold.

No, my newfound interest in this board with wheels comes from Henry’s obsession.  Like most parents, we began waiting it out.  Wait for him to lose interest – or even forget about it.  Straight from Parenting 101 when a 5-year old asks for a skateboard, right? 

He was relentless.  Henry described the colors, how it would feel smooth at first but rough after awhile, the skateboard’s shape, what the wheels looked like, and the decals that he’d put on his ride.  With a description so vivid, you can’t help but visualize his skateboard – and just know that you are seeing the same thing he imagines.

Parenting 101 in full effect had us relaying a lot of empty “what a great imagination,” “maybe Santa Claus will bring it one year,” or “that’ll be nice when you’re older,” etc.

Then, Henry started talking about what it would feel like when he rode the skateboard.  His anticipated excitement of going fast or up, down, and around was unremarkable.  But the look on his face as he described it, the pure joy, bright eyes and wide smile, and his giggle – left me speechless.  Then, I noticed that I was smiling along with Henry.

And then, I was horrified.  The path I had been on was to let Henry wait to experience something every kid should.  An activity that his feeding tube, pump in his backpack always on his back, his muscle weakness, and breathing issues would all caution against.  As would the fact that those things are expensive and we’re not made of money.  Surely, Parenting 101 would say “no way.”

We were quickly reminded that we’re on a different path.  Later, when he’s older, Santa’s visit two years from now – all speak of a future that might not be.  A time that Henry’s disease may rob him (and us) of.  So, as we have with other things, we look to enjoying and experiencing the things that we can.  Even if not age appropriate, the most financially responsible, or other things that Parenting 101 would instruct.  Though his disease may limit what he’ll experience, and us with him, we won’t let norms or practicalities stop his smile.

I have a sneaking suspicion that Santa will be toting a skateboard for Henry this year.  I know that friends of ours – other parents brought together because they face similar challenges/tragedies – would do the same thing.  That is especially true of our dear friends that have already had to say goodbye to their little ones.  (I was just listening to a song by Taylor Swift www.youtube.com/watch?v=KiX7fA9da6A – dedicated to one of these little boys – Ronan; I know that he – and his parents – wouldn’t think twice about this odd dilemma.)  The skateboard it is! 
By the way, I dare you to listen to that song and NOT cry.  Impossible.

To help children with terminal or life-threatening illnesses, please visit www.henryshope.org.  

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Oh No He Didn't

By Troy Foster

A few nights ago, I was putting on the fashionable mask for my CPAP machine - because of my sleep apnea.  (Which, by the way, despite the doctor's comments to the contrary, I'm pretty sure that if I can control my eating, I won't need this.)  As the air started to whisk quickly into my face, I smelled a faint scent of root beer.  Ridiculous; it couldn't be.

Just as I was thinking what an awesome invention having scents and flavors for CPAP machines (especially because I'm sure a lot of other folks that love their food have these masks), the root beer was no longer vapor.  Root beer had traveled through the hose and splashed on my face, up my nose and in my mouth.

After a little investigation, I discovered that our almost 2-year old had taken an open root beer can and dumped it into the humidifier compartment on the CPAP.  Perfect.  He's such a nut, but you can't help but smile.  Same kid that decided he had to disrobe at Steak N Shake tonight.

Still thinking about the market for the flavor/scented CPAP.  Hmmm.

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

"Super Parents" Need to Give Us Normal Parents a Rest

by Troy Foster

I love Christmas.  It's my favorite holiday for a lot of reasons.  Having four young kids makes the holiday and the lead-up extra special.  The magic of Santa, his reindeer, the trip down the chimney, and the story behind it all provides so much hype and buildup.  It's impossible to replicate the pure excitement and happiness on the kids' faces.  And, I love it.

But, I can't stand the "Super Parents."  Every year, there is something new and different about Santa that throws me a curve.  This year, my son's friends (many - not just one with parents that have nothing to do) got calls from Santa.  Seriously?  I barely get the phone when it rings, tripping over the kids' toys all along the way.  So the kids are satisfied in blaming me for missing St. Nick's call.  And, they are not happy.

Santa is apparently on a new health kick too.  My son's classmates are talking about giving Santa snacks that will help his energy level for the long trip and not junk food.  No cookies and milk?  Ok super health conscious parents, I am not killing Santa with the cookies.  Come on; we all know Santa isn't going to die from those cookies.  And, I'd appreciate you teaching your kids healthy eating on your own time.

And the reindeer now are hungry too?  We have to make special and magical oat mixtures for them?  I can barely get the kids' breakfast in them, get their faces washed and out the door.  Now, I'm making reindeer energy oats?  So they can poop on my roof?  No, we have plenty of poop in our house that I'm cleaning up.  The reindeer that our Santa uses have super duper energy and no oatmeal with glitter is necessary.  (And is glitter really healthy?)

Now, there's the Elf on the Shelf.  You know, the little Elf that watches the kids and reports how they're doing back to Santa?  Though he looks extremely creepy, we welcomed our Shelf Elf, Finn, with open arms - because pointing to him usually scares the beJesus out of the kids and misconduct becomes a rarity.  Heck, I was good with keeping Finn around for the entire year.  That was until the Super Parents decided to make him do stuff.  Now, I can deal with having him move from one shelf to the next each night.  Just barely though; and on the nights that we forget, the kids have bought the excuses (weather, he liked the spot, etc.).  But I keep hearing about other kids' elves doing all this crazy stuff.  Some go into the freezer because they miss the North Pole.  Some mischievous elves make huge messes in the middle of the night.  Some leave cute little videos of themselves walking around the house.  My son keeps emailing it to me.  There's even a website that lists the top 101 things that you can have the elf do.

Beyond ridiculous.  I don't have the time to make a huge freaking mess (when I'm supposed to be sleeping - and I need it by the way), pretend that it's cute first thing in the morning before my Diet Coke (which is necessary prior to any decent communication), and pick it up as I'm getting the kids ready.  Much less time to produce and post a movie of the doll walking around the house.  Finn don't play that way.  And a note to the Super Parents:  knock it off.  We need our rest.

More importantly, the kids don't need the extra.  It's plenty magical - even more so - when it's mysterious - without healthy Santa, the need for energy oats, calls from Santa, or Shelf Elf's gimmicks.  So please, Super Parents, give it a rest.  So we all can get some.