Continuing magic

So despite the knowledge about the truth of Santa, Christmas marches on at our house with our usual traditions--cutting the tree, stockings out, wreath on the door.

Before the weather started to get colder, my youngest had as many lights and outdoor decorations in the front yard as he could manage. It's like he's been waiting all year for this. After negotiating with both mom and dad about the amount of lights, location and color (mostly white for mom, and in the bushes but not in the really big trees for dad), he wrangled it all into place with some help from dad.

Once the outdoors was decorated, it was time to dive into the indoor decorations. i'm a fan of snowmen. And after being out for an evening, I came home to a snowman filled house. My kid managed to find even those that were no longer among my favorites--that I'd hidden away in the basement.

Earlier this week it was St. Nick's Day. As my youngest hung the stockings by the first place, he asked "What about St. Nick, is he real?" I'd already felt bad about the Santa revelation, so I simply said, "He's as real as you want him to be." He simply nodded with a small smile, almost like he was reassured that there would be treats from St. Nick. And in the morning, just a satisfied smile as he sat among his goodies. "This is great," he exclaimed.

Tonight, it was tree decorating night. And my youngest worked so hard to get every ornament into just the right place--even telling me I wasn't putting things in just the right spot. Now in the afterglow of the bright lights--he's done a stupendous job making it look just right.

Now as we sit in the dark and look at the tree, I marvel at how the magic in our holiday seems to continue to come from my youngest. How the roles have been reversed.

A little Christmas magic

So we've now officially moved into the Christmas season. But this year we don't have that mystical extra spirit of Santa Claus. Both kids are "in the know" about Santa.

But does it mean the end of the magic of Christmas? Does it mean our holiday has lost that extra something?

We still put our stockings by the fireside with care. All set for St. Nick's Day. And my hubs and I will still sneak down to fill those stockings after the kids are sleeping--or at least when we think they're asleep.

And we're still planning on gifts coming from Santa. There will be some labeled from mom and dad and others from Santa. The kids won't get their presents until Christmas morning.

My youngest has seemed a bit sad at the idea of knowing that the Santa part was really mom and dad. But I've told him repeatedly that Santa and St. Nick are as real as he wants them to be.

And the fun part is that said youngest is determined to spring the Santa surprise on our dog, Lola. He wants to bring out the magic for her. I think that will help him see how Christmas really is about the spirit of giving and doing for others. And that by doing for others, it brings a satisfaction that is as fulfilling as giving yourself a great gift. Just heard him tell her "Lola, this is going to be our best Christmas ever!"

This year he's even asked about doing some volunteer work during the holiday season. I think inside he still wants to live up to his original career aspirations he expressed a few years ago--"Mom when I grow up, I want to be Santa Claus."

I think this is the year he starts to make good on that wish and play out the Santa magic for others. Well played, my son, well played.

Back in the saddle.....

Wow, long time since I've posted. Luckily it's because life has become so, well, normal for us.

Little guy hasn't had to have any procedures or other interventions for his heart. And big kid is now in his second year of high school. Both kids are making us proud.

But, of course, nothing is easy. Middle schooler still has learning issues that continue to dog him. And big kid has had his own challenges. I'm glad to see that both kids are rising to the challenges.

Any parent knows it's just not easy watching  your kids struggle. like anyone, I'd rather take on their troubles myself, but this way they will grow as people.

Now for my own effort--working to conquer my stress eating. And to get myself back into shape. Hoping to drop some pounds and find myself as a better role model for my kids. Any words of wisdom welcome!

Dodged a bullet

It's taken a while to sort through what we heard from the cardiologists in Milwaukee. They did an echo, checkup and exercise stress test. Then they announced that JJ looked "better than advertised" so they decided to skip anything invasive like the cath.

Wow, we'd never had a cath canceled. And really didn't expect to get this kind of news. I guess they expected a much sicker kid.

Of course they told us that when he starts to show symptoms, he'd need something done. And it wasn't likely that they'd do any work on his valves. Instead, since he'd need work on two valves, they'll probably list him for a transplant. Scary stuff. But the doc said we probably had a handful of years until that was going to happen. I'm hoping for a really big handful!

So we escaped Milwaukee and dashed for home. Kids were upset that we didn't stay in a hotel and go swim. We were glad to save the money and sleep in our own beds!

So the saga--and waiting--continues. By the handful!

In just a month

In just a month we should be through with JJ's cardiac cath. Then we'll know which direction we're meant to go with him. I'm not looking forward to it, but anxious to get it over with at the same time.

It's not like it's his first cath ever. After all, since being diagnosed with hypoplastic left heart syndrome and going through the four surgeries, he's had plenty. But this one feels so different.

We're surely hoping that the docs tell us we can just leave him alone for a bit—at least a year. But there's a chance he'll need repair or replacement of two valves. And there's always that chance that they'll decide he needs to be listed for a transplant. That's the scariest option.

Really hoping that God takes us down the easy path this time. Too hard to think about having my kid in surgery again. Besides, he's way too busy enjoying summer to be bothered with all that medical stuff. The cath alone will be too much of an intrusion for him!

Guess we'll find out what the next month will bring. 

More celebrating

This week we celebrated JJ's birthday--8 years old. Hard to believe all that he's come through in just eight years. We'll find out in July what else his journey has in store for us all.

For now, we're not thinking about that, just celebrating 8 wonderful years with our little guy. Happy Day!

All kinds of celebrations

Today was Celebrate the Arts day at JJ's school. It's a great day with the kids singing and dancing then a tour through the school hallways to view various art projects. Impressive stuff.

And I can't help but think about how far he's come in 7 years. Aside from just the four heart surgeries, he's overcome gross and fine motor difficiencies and here he was dancing with the best of them! Guess it's not enough to celebrate his abilities, but his existence. Some kids don't make it this far. In the past, none did. He's still got his struggles, but today he dances.

Now on to big brother JoJo. Impressive preview of his 4th-quarter grades. His grades also include habits of learning grades, which also were steller. Really not a lot to worry about there, as long as he can stay focused.

And, even better, he was actually interested in what little bro was doing at the program--interested in sharing what songs he did and hear about the dancing JJ was doing. Nice time watching the two of them share similar yet difference experiences. And they didn't even end up in many arguments--something else to celebrate!