In Ponyville, no one can hear you scream...

"My little pony, My little pony, every day is a dream come true

My little pony, my little pony, how I love to play with you"

The "My little pony" theme song

I thought that I knew what hell was.... Really sick kids whose fevers won't go down, exploding diapers and no available wipes, an overflowing toilet at three in the morning AND you have the stomach flu. You know what I mean. Those moments that are just so overwhelming you don't think that you can go on. I had thought that I had seen it all...been there done that..I was a seasoned pro, A professional mother! Nothing could throw me..nothing...that is until "My Little Pony" came to my computer.

Big headed pastel colored ponies. THAT SING!!! That's right...these pink and purple hoofed spawns of hell sing! Not only that, they also play guitar and dance-and they are really really happy about it! Lily and Zoe adore it. They download it every chance they get. Both of them standing on chairs belting it out as loud( and off key) as they can, into pretend microphones. Over and over...till I'm ready to..sigh...cry?...scream?...sing along?!

There are times in every parents life when they have to turn on their brain filter. You learn to go to that special place in your head, the place that blocks out unnecessary noises..the things that, if you had to listen to them 24/7, would surely drive you mad. Kids television shows, arguments, your son saying "eeeeeeeeee" at the top of his lungs for hours at a time..As a parent , you learn to filter those noises out.."My Little Pony" BREAKS THROUGH that barrier...wraps itself around your brain and SQUEEZES . Their theme song is an "earworm". You find yourself humming it..walking through the store...in the shower..driving..it will NOT go away! Even my electrician complained about it. His wife had caught him humming it the other night while he was doing the dishes. Sammy calls "My Little Pony" "an acne that won't go away" He is right. It is that bad.

I have done everything I can think of to make it stop...I've changed the lyrics to.."My uncle Tony".."My macaroni".."My minestrone"..."My big Zamboni"...and when particularly crazed..."My little nervous breakdown" Lily thinks that one is a riot. "Mama!! That's not how it goes!" "I don't care...that's how it goes for me.." "No Mama..it goes MY LITTLE PONY..MY LITTLE PONY.." Will these persevering ponies not go away?!

I think that some of the designers of popular toys are evil-or deaf. I mean, come on...odds are some of them have kids of their own. Anyone with kids-and a conscience, wouldn't design these things...wouldn't have accompanying videos and songs..anyone with a heart couldn't do that. I think that it should be a job requirement(of toy designers)to spend a week locked in a room with their toys, videos, and music playing and nothing else. If they survive, the toy goes on the market...if they need meds and therapy, it doesn't. I'm betting it would usher in a whole new age of plush toys.

Lily has already asked for "My Little pony" figures for Christmas. I told her that they didn't sing or dance. She said "That's o.k. Mama, I can do it for them...MY LITTLE PONY MY LITTLE PONY..! See! I have it memorized!" sigh..."So do I Lil...so do I".

I'll be back..

Sorry I haven't been around...two of the herd have the flu..I will be back in a day or so..until then...I hope you all stay healthy. :) Kathleen

milestones

"I hate writing, I love having written"

Dorothy Parker

I am having a hard time writing lately. It isn't as though things haven't happened. I have four kids-things are always happening! I also have the ever present electrician..so my power has been on and off-a lot. Although, thanks to him my house is now safe, and I have a dishwasher!!! So, I definitely don't lack material. Or time. In fact, since three of the herd are in school all day...I have lots of time... I think it is just too quiet. I guess I'm just used to constantly being interrupted, asked for things, attention given..the regular stuff that kids demand..usually when you have your hands full. Fact is, my kids are getting older..more self sufficient..and although I revel in this..I'm not sure what to do with myself anymore. My kids are growing up, and I don't know how I feel about that.

Omar and I recently celebrated our sixteenth anniversary..and come December, we will have been together eighteen years. Last night, not only did he surprise me with an impromptu date..he even arranged babysitting. This is the first time that we have gone out to dinner by ourselves since Sammy was six months old. (he is now eleven) That date was cut short because Sammy wouldn't stop crying and the baby sitter was overwhelmed. Until last night, I didn't realize just how much I missed it. It seems like I have forgotten how to be an independent adult. One that didn't need to cut any ones meat, or wipe their faces, or remind them to use the bathroom.




We drove off in companionable silence..the kind of silence that doesn't need to be filled..when two people are totally comfortable just being with each other. I looked over at Omar and said "Remember that night eighteen years ago on the "F" train in N.Y., and you first kissed me?...did you ever think that so many years later, we would find ourselves in rural Maine, driving down a dark highway..going on our first date in forever...leaving our FOUR kids at home with a babysitter and her boyfriend..(while silently in my head thinking..without me there to make sure everything is o.k. ..what if it is not o.k.? How could I leave them with a stranger!!??) Omar looked at me and said "I didn't think you would come out so easily".."Me? gulp... Of course I wanted to come..I know the kids are o.k." (I HOPE they are o.k...what if they need me?...) Besides, I left her with both of our cell phone numbers. (the number for poison control...911 on speed dial..everyone in our families numbers, the number for homeland security...) Your phone is on right?"




We actually had a wonderful time. We went to a local Chinese buffet-(I am on a quest to find good Chinese food in Maine..haven't found it yet) stopped off at the store, and just hung out talking. I only checked my phone thirty times or so. It never rang.





When I think back over the last eleven years, I never saw myself as ever being able to go out with Omar like this again. Parenting, to me, has always been about putting my children first. I still believe that. I guess that I just never imagined that they wouldn't need me as much as they did when they were younger. I have always said that children develop and grow at their own pace. That it didn't matter how or when they reached particular milestones..Only that they were given the support, guidance, unconditional love and acceptance to get there. When we got home, the kids were excited to see us. They had had a great time with the babysitter-and were even asking that she come back again. How cool is that? I am already looking forward to our next date night. It looks like we reached another milestone, only this time it was my own. I guess that mothers develop and grow at their own pace as well.



This month marks my one year "blogoversary". One year since I started writing about my herd and our adventures. One year of enormous change and growth for all of us. One more year in which I survived the perils of motherhood. When I decided to start writing , I was one angry...well... mother. I saw the way autism was being defined by the media, saw the way it was making victims out of parents, just because they had a child with autism. Thus, my blog was born. I wanted to show people that my family wasn't that much different from theirs. That yes, autism does affect the way in which we do things-but like everyone else..we put our pants on one leg at a time. Well, with the exception of Zoe, who doesn't really like to wear pants..or clothes for that matter. I wanted to make people laugh. There is way too much argument and controversy in the autism community. I wanted to create a positive place for people to go to.



So to all you kids who have read or commented..thank you. I have made some wonderful connections through my blog, and a few very fabulous friends. Small as it may be, I feel like I am contributing something positive....and it is a nice ego boost! Like so many others, I want to change how the world sees my kids, one post at a time.



Hopefully, in the next year, Omar and I will have more date nights, more time to spend together....alone. Maybe, just maybe, I will be able to relax enough to fully enjoy them. Until then, I will continue developing and growing..along side my kids. The adventures will continue, as will the challenges. I'm sure I'll have plenty to write about.