Truthful Thursday

Wednesday Schedule Unscheduled

The kids are on spring break. I’m on long-term leave. I had septoplasty (out-patient surgery to fix a deviated septum. This was my third scheduling of the thing. If it didn’t happen, I was done trying. Third time was the charm!) last Friday. It is probably the most minor surgery I’ve ever had done unless you count wisdom teeth, but even for that I woke up in the middle of and remember being a lot more miserable and in pain from that one. That could throw an additional wrench in any plans or dreams we had for this week.

i decided to keep it fairly low key the first couple of days. Every time i asked the kids what they wanted to do for spring break they said veg and play outside. The weather had not been promising us any sort of Spring in the Midwest, so I wanted to have some manageable adventures up my sleeve.

Here’s my list:

  • swim at the community center
  • see the Crown Center to see the Wizard of Oz 80th Anniversary interactive display
  • go see a movie,
  • day trip to Columbia
  • take Aaron to a vegan restaurant, The Happy Apple, in the UMKC area
  • take Allyson to Dairy Queen for a free cone on Wednesday (I think it was because it was the first day of Spring).
  • trips to the library, maybe even Woodneath (a forty-five minute drive)

This seemed like a pretty manageable list of things for us to do. Nothing, except Crown Center would be the thing that could have tricky mobility ramifications. Our Day trip in Columbia had one for sure visit and that would be to Papa’s Cat Cafe which I knew I would be able to navigate enough to take the kids there.

Wednesday. I was hoping for a fun day. I figured a little more than 30 minutes drive time to get to Crown Center. I had scheduled out thing in my mind: 10 or 10:30 arrive at Crown Center we could spend 15-30 minutes there depending on when we arrive and how much time the kids wanted to spend. These free events were geared mostly toward the 4-10 age, so I figured we wouldn’t spend a lot of time there and if it was a flow we could always walk around to the shops and see the crayola cafe. If the kids wanted we could eat at Crown Center instead. Then we’d dine and head to my first appointment at St. Luke’s Plaza. Depending on the time, I had to swing by a friend’s home in Hyde Park and pick up a cool table she’d made just for me. We’d drive back to town and go to my second appointment at St. Luke’s East for some pain treatment for my spine and sacrum. After that I wasn’t sure what we’d do. Old Navy was having a sale and Allyson needs a new swim suit. We could go get ice cream at Dairy Queen hoping to avoid the after-dinner and still working crowd, too.

Well, I went to bed around 9:45 Tuesday night. Hoping that I could fall asleep soon. I had one more night of the removable septoplasty side-effects: packing in my nose and sleeping above a 30 degree angle (how do you measure this? Have your husband measure with a giant protractor? I just said, okay, half of 90 is 45. If i stay staying up half-way, I’m covered if I squirm down a bit in the night.

1:40 AM Wednesday. I was still awake no pain medicine, no heat, no ice, no lidocane patch was going to take the sciatic pain away. Whole left leg affected. It happens any time I’m seated or laying down on my back. It sucks. What happens is eventually the exhaustion from the pain takes over and I fall asleep. This was about 2:30 AM when it finally happened! But, I didn’t set an alarm. I didn’t want to. I knew how tired I was already and I knew that if i didn’t let my body sleep as much as it could, Wednesday wouldn’t happen at all except for doctor’s appointments and it may only be the nose one at best.

9:30ish AM Aaron finally knocks on our door. “Can I put on a show in the living room?” I know he’s been up reading quietly waiting for the rest of the family to wake up. Allyson, these days sleeps 12 hours. Welcome to being a toddler part two, aka. Teenager phase. “Sure. I give a thumbs up, too in case he cannot hear my horse voice. Chris gets up and starts making coffee and talking with Aaron. Chris brings a cup of coffee in and sets it on my night stand. “Coffee’s done.” He leaves and goes about his morning business. i don’t move. I am willing the coffee’s smell to wake me up more. Eventually it’s the pain that wins out. I know i’ve got to manage to sit up to get some pain medicine so I can get out of bed. So this is about the pace of my morning. I didn’t make it. It was 10:30 before we were ready to leave the house.

Things get in the way of leaving quickly when you’re a patient with chronic illness and traveling more than 10 miles from your home (which is most trips unless it involves Target, the US Post Office or the library. You have to pack your “go” bag. (It sounds better than diaper bag, although sometimes I wonder if Chris and I aren’t far from needing one). We have snacks that won’t interfere with our stomachs, lots and lots of bottled water, snacks for the kids, entertainment for the kids, Joe and Bob and Jay or Jay’s cousin, Roelenator (This is the Rollator, I believe he’s the walker equivalent of the Terminator). Today I wanted to go out in my jeans, but for one procedure needed clothing with no metal and elastic waist pants. It’s also in an in-between springy weather phase, where it’s nice out until the wind kicks up. I packed baseball hat, sweater and yoga pants today.

Are you tired just hearing what it takes to leave the house? Me too. But we made it. Chris was hesitant on if we’d make it to my appointment opting for the Happy Apple Cafe, despite my pleadings that it’s no different than going to Spin Pizza, which is where we ended up (and running into people we knew! (Happens every. single. time. in this city. Kansas City is the biggest little town there is.) We ate and made it to my appointment with five minutes to spare. We were in the room on time. Never happens there’s always an emergency or patient who needs a little extra attention. This doesn’t bother me most of the time, because I am that patient, too, who has needed and may need the extra time with the doctor. I’m always updated and always apologized to. It makes it better.

Okay, I’ll hurry this up. Made it to get my table and to the epidural. Epidural hurt as bad as my pain in m left leg and hip ever does, because those nerves in my spine are right where they put the medicine. They were angry little buggers. Chris wasn’t feeling well by then end of the procedure.He had to go home. When we arrived, I lost all energy. A nap seemed to be calling me from the bedroom. NOPE. RESIST i told myself. It was only free cone day once and I wasn’t going to disappoint my people. I tried to save the day offering a trip to any park within a ten mile radius. “You know I’d really just rather play with Adam,” Aaron says about his neighborhood best friend. “Yeah. I want to ride my bike,” Allyson adds. “Okay. Go outside.” I opt to join them. of course it takes me a lifetime to get my book, paper, pens, phone, drink and blanket outside (remember the wind is chilly). I read for maybe five minutes before Allyson’s bike was ruined because th handle bars wouldn’t stay up. “See?” she asks me. Inside my head says, “Yeah, because you keep wiggling them up and down like that!” I try to get Chris to help, but he’s on a mission to rid vermin from our yard. Eventually I make it to his “tool” box in the garage and get the monkey wrench set. This doesn’t mean i fix it immediately. She’s wondered off. Chris needs something and the bike needs to be brought to me and held so I can hold the handle bars and the wrench at the same time. Allyson and I are finally commencing and Chris comes through the back door to the patio. “Here, give me that.” He has no confidence in my ability. Although before him I fixed a lot of stuff.

EVENING: We make it to Culvers, the kids turn in Scoopie tokens they’ve been saving and get a free kid’s meal and a stuffed cheese curd. We get ice cream at DQ and go to the park. I swing. YUP. It’s been about two years. The shot was working already. My pain was low enough that I could sit on a swing and swing. It was only two minutes, but boy it was fun and felt good. We went to Old Navy. It was a bust for swim suits, but Aaron finally found his “Toby Mac” Sunglasses and we found Royals shirts for the whole family (30% off). What do you think of Aaron? Did he achieve the look? We swung by Lowes for more vermin control items and made it home. Full from a day fully lived.

Thursday may not be as eventful, we will need the extra rest. Even when your best plans are laid out with contingencies, chronic illness doesn’t always follow the plan.

Creative Endeavors

It’s already been a week. We have a day and a half left.residency collage 2018 summer

The sentiment on Sunday seemed to be we all felt like we’d been her  awhile already and had work a lot. Then today sitting in the lobby talking with fellow students the consensus is that, Can it be over alread?

So what? So what is that I want you to know that my journey of getting my MFA in creative writing was a selfish endeavor. I applied out of fear, anger and insecurity. I applied out of LOVE for words. I didn’t know what life I had left. I didn’t know how much longer I might be well enough to complete a program and prove myself as a writer.

I needed this. It keeps me sane. It gives me purpose. It builds a legacy. It is my tribe where I don’t feel weird and abnormal. I’m not judged or forced to fit in a hole that isn’t my shape.

But I wanted to write this to encourage EVERYONE to follow your heart, your gut, whatever you call it.

I have gained so much for my self. I have grown as a writer. I’m so much smarter now (and I’m only half way through the program). The coolest byproduct is this:

allyson story

Allyson is diligently working on her own story and the illustrations to go with it. This is her drafting. I didn’t teach this. She has just absorbed this from watching me create.

This is my heart. I love to write. I love to read. I love to teach others about writing. I love the immersion.

Wildly beautiful.

Being outside is my favorite place. I have always been the early bird (until a couple of years ago–a result of the increasing Cushing’s Disease exhaustion). This morning I woke a little before five am. After fighting to go back to sleep for about fourty-five-five minutes, I decided to get up, take my morning medicine, and use the bathroom. I went back to bed, but couldn’t lay still.

I could nap later, I thought. I started coffee then waited at the back door. There she was. This beautiful red-brown creature heard me bump the wooden blinds and turned toward the noise.

Beauty is wild, unable to be captured and tamed.

She was just on the edge of the field nearest our yard. My brain assumed it would be her, our neighborhood doe.

We stared in awe of each other for about a minute. Then it moved and a long fluffy tail went out behind it. I hadn’t spotted her.

“It’s a fox!”

Allyson awoke from her sleep on the couch, startled by my words.

“What mom?”

“There’s a fox. I thought it was the doe. But it’s-” I loudly whispered.

Movement in the further part of the field closer to the trees that line the road interrupted me; now I spotted her, the doe.

I had been holding my phone, so I stumbled around the folders and apps and got my camera open. They were faster. I wanted video. I should have just started snapping.

First the fox began running. She reacted quickly. They both ran at the same pace, it seemed. At that, she would never be caught. I was sure. Maybe it was just a morning game for the fox. Maybe the fox is sick and couldn’t catch her for breakfast.

They disappeared behind the home next door and I went back to my bed.

“Wonderfully beutiful,” I said to no one. Allyson had gone to the bathroom.

I knew sleep would not return to me, so I got my coffee, headphones, book and pen.

The outdoors we’re inviting me. Settled in my lounge chair on the patio, I spotted her safely muching in her field.

Find a Hobby


Attending some sort of counseling is important when going through any health crisis whether short-term or chronic. After the diagnosis of my pituitary tumor, I started to see someone to help me process through and prepare for neurosurgery. I have quit counting weeks out. I think I’m somewhere around 10 weeks or so. But I had a really rough week about a week ago. I have had new pain in both hips. I’m still searching for one doctor who will help manage my fractures and see me when I have new pain. However, I have great doctors (ENT and Endocrinologist) who in the mean time ask me about all of my health and order the x-rays and MRIs when I have these pains. So in the last two weeks, we have learned I have a fourth fracture in my right pelvis, possibly a new one in the left and fractures on both of the “wings” of my sacrum. Tomorrow I will have another MRI, this time of my sacrum to get better views of the fractures. Unfortunately, there’s really not anything more we can do except rest and manage with pain medications.

One way to cope with plans and outcomes being different from what you expect, is to focus on the positive and to make conscious efforts to participate in the things that bring enjoyment. My counselor posed this question to me after we found out about the new pelvic fracture.

“What are your hobbies?”

This made me want to cry. My list: Writing, Sitting on my patio and studying the Bible, Reading, Gardening, Playing with the kids, Mowing the yard, Going to the prayer room, Walking around gardens/parks, crocheting. Are you thinking many of these are things you can do without needing to walk? They are; however, when you factor in the exhaustion and the effects of the pain medicine on my focus even writing and reading are things that I have to do when my mind is clear and able to focus for more than five or ten minutes.

As I’ve been processing through my recovery not being what I had made it up to be in my mind, my homework has been to engage in the hobbies I can still do. My writer and teacher friend, Elizabeth, asked me at about the same time if I’d hostess an online FB party for the makeup she uses. I said sure, but wasn’t looking at benefiting from it. I was doing it to help her out and maybe try one product. She had been raving about the mascara. Well, I started looking into their products because I have such sensitive skin and eyes. It makes it difficult for me to find any product I can stand to wear and not have a reaction to. Younique is it. Right there on the page with the product is every ingredient and why they put it in the makeup. I fell in love with the makeup and learning (at 37) how to really do makeup. I thought it was going to be a chore, but instead it’s become a new hobby. It’s one I can do physically and spend as little or as much time in as I’m capable of spending. The best unexpected result is a group of ladies who know and act as though beauty comes from the inside and makeup is something we do to accessorize our beauty and express our individuality.

So what are your hobbies? What have you been saying “no” to out of fear or human judgement? Is God knocking on your heart to open up to unknown possibilities?

God promises in Jeremiah 29:1-141 to prosper you. We have to trust and keep hope. “For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the Lord, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope. Then you will call upon Me and go and pray to Me, and I will listen to you. And you will seek Me and find Me, when you search for me wiht all your heart. I will be found by you, says the Lord, and I will bring you back from your captivity; I will gather you from all the nations and from all the places where I have driven you, says the Lord, and I will bring you to the place from which I cause you to be carried away captive.”

He WILL. Not he may. He WILL.

Autism: Beautiful “Human Variation”

I wanted to share some posts I’ve come across that, for me, are noteworthy because they stray from what is at the forefront of “news”/popculture/social media feeds when it comes to autism, people with autism, and Autism Awareness Month.

For the first time, I read Dr. Ericka Price’s writing on about a month ago. I have not spent a lengthy amount of time researching her or all of her beliefs; however, her perspective on living a life as a woman with autism is refreshing. It’s her mindset on having autism and living with autism (I don’t ascribe to agree with her on all perspectives on life in general) that draw me to her writing. I love how authentic she is in sharing what it is like to be woman on the spectrum.


Two articles I recommend are:

Next, I want to introduce you to Steven Wiltshire, Steven creates art. Many know him from his life-like, detailed cityscapes. Steven was diagnosed with autism at three. He didn’t speak and used drawing and art to communicate. You can read a brief biography here.   Watch a video of him narrating and drawing and check out the viral video of Steven drawing Rome’s Skyline from  memory after a helicopter flight.

Some of my favorite pieces of his:

Happy Autism Awareness month. Please share in the comments. Do you have other unusual or peripheral articles, people or websites that further education on autism or help in healthy role models?


          “Now there are varieties of gifts, but the same Spirit; and there are

               varieties of service, but the same Lord; and there are varieties of activities,

         but it is the same God who empowers them all in everyone.”

1 Corinthians 12:4-6 ESV

Blue Bully Breaker: Autism Awareness and Compassion

Our daughters (and many of my students) inspire my husband and I every day.  As we’ve survived to adulthood, you realize growing up is a challenge for everyone. It’s hard when you fall in that average range of kiddo and even more difficult if you are an outlier. Add in a culture dominated by instant gratification, instant notification, and a lack of face to face connection, growing up can downright suck, because “normal” seems to change more frequently. When you had the swirling cultural changes and having a diagnosis of something (like Autism, ADHD, or a medical condition), growing up almost seems deadly. April is Autism Awareness Month which touches our family through our beautiful daughters, but also through my work as a special education teacher.

What does it mean to figure out the world when you’ve also got some diagnosis of being different hanging over you like a bloated cloud?

This is how it feels to be our 11-year-old daughter many days. 20180326_185258_HDRShe holds it all together to fit her puzzle piece into the public-school institution puzzle, then the community puzzle, the friendship puzzle, the family puzzle, etc. The list goes on. But these are the ones she has to consciously flip rotate and push her puzzle piece into daily.

But you know what’s cool? She’s broken down some of these institutions into manageable pieces that work with her personality and gifts. She’s created a community for herself at her elementary school. She’s got a BFF.

Zoey before Court WarmingWhat inspires me about our other daughter, Zoey, is her ability to stand up for her convictions and stay true to herself. She fights for her friends, she’s loyal, and fun. Because of her beautiful personality, inner convictions and faith, she exudes a classic beauty. Check her out before homecoming this year.

Now it’s your turn to be inspired by the many with ASD (Autism Spectrum Disorder) in our communities who carve out a life in this cult-of-personality ridden culture. Check out how my local middle school is spreading compassion:

This month our school community has embraced not only educating our immediate school community about autism, but also how being a culture of compassion, kindness and courtesy is a game changer for the success of anyone (students and staff and parents) in middle school. Knowledge can lead to power to break the cycle of bullying.

During spring break a small group of students and staff placed kindness inspired post-it notes on lockers, bathroom mirrors and walls in the halls of MRMS. Check it out on the MRMSHuskies twitter feed.


And as a staff, we support and remind with solidarity in #LightItUpBlue. It opens the lines of communication for real sharing and listening with a result of understanding and accepting each other.

Staff Light It up Blue

Here’s the wonderful staff I get to call my work family supporting #AutismAwareness at #MRMSHuskies #WeAreBSSD

Yesterday, Monday, April 2, 2018, started off Autism Awareness month with World Autism Awareness Day. These examples are the ways the #LightItUpBlue campaign can break the cycle of bullying. Let your Blue Light shine and overcome the social narrative of isolation, bullying and hatred that dominates opinions of tweens, teens and their use of social media. #UseItForGood

I want to challenge you to really follow through celebrating compassion through the month of April. Don’t let your enthusiasm dwindle by the middle of the month and sizzle out by April 30th. By focusing on compassion, you make it about Autism Awareness and more. Learn about autism. Share about autism. Open up the conversation. Make the connections.

Just remember Autism is not who that person is. It’s a way to describe some of the attributes of a person. Just like I have Cushing’s Disease. My characteristics of having a round face, brittle bones, among others do not make me Crystal. They are just characteristics that can accompany this diagnosis. They add color to my life’s story I’m writing. My daughters are not autism. They are human beings with keen senses. Visual gifts to be artists. Allyson has above average reflexes and vision that allow her to catch the tiniest of frogs out of the miry mud surrounding my parents’ pond. Zoey has a love for and deep understanding of pets.

What are you doing to further compassion and awareness? How have you been touched by autism? Leave comments below. Let’s start a conversation and connection. Let’s spread compassion.

Thanks for reading and replying! Happy Spring


P.S. If you want to do some reading, these are some works of fiction I recommend (These are some books I’ve highlighted before. I feel it doesn’t hurt to remind and reread them.)

Books to read (all of these are fairly family-friendly, if read together.)

For the younger crowd:

A Friend Like Simon by Kate Gaynot

Al Capone Does My Shirts by Gennifer Choldenko

Counting by 7s (Kindle Version) by Holly Goldberg Sloan

My Friend with Autism: A Coloring Book for Peers and SiblingsMy Friend with Autism by Beverly Bishop

Rules Rules by Cynthia Lord

For the older crowd:

House Rules: A Novel House Rules by Jodi Picoult

The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon


Cushing’s: Life in the Moment

This is life in the moment. The way I am choosing to live because this week, we learned I wouldn’t be able to return to work right now. Not sure how much I will write, if this might turn into a journal of the next 10 weeks, or just be a place for me to share whatever is on my mind or in my writing endeavors.

So here are my dog and me enjoying the spring-like weather. (we started rewatching all of Gilmore Girls, too, today).

If you want to know what is keeping me at home check out these links: My thoughts/journey has been similar to this patient, although the weight gain has been more drastic and I have nearly all of the symptoms/conditions. They finally added them all together to get the answer!

What is Cushing’s

Sacroiliac Joint Dysfunction

Thanks for reading! Reply with your questions. I want to educate, so others don’t suffer as long as I have.


Dad Heart

Hi! Happy Father’s Day! I hope you’re enjoying it.


This is a picture of the three “men” in my life who make Father’s Day wonderful.

While it’s a day to celebrate my husband and my dad for their unconditional love, sacrifice, strength, and care, it’s a day for all to reflect on creation and the creator. We see His heart with His unrelenting love for us when as a parent He gave the ultimate sacrifice. He let His son go for a big purpose. If you are a parent, you know the anguish of letting go. Sometimes letting go is gradual. Sometimes its sudden.

Even if you still have young children, you’ve let go of them as they have learned to walk, started to dress themselves, gotten on the bus for the first time to go to school, etc. I am so grateful for a loving, all-knowing, all-powerful God and for his letting go.

Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us in the heavenly realms with every spiritual blessing in Christ. For he chose us….

(Ephesians 1:3-5)

Then, also, we are chosen as His children; heirs to all the blessing.

He models and expresses how we love as parents and and how parents ought to love.

“How great is the love the Father has lavished on us that we should be called children of God!”

(1 John 3:1)

Whether you have a father here on earth to celebrate with or not, you can celebrate the Creator’s unusual, unrelenting, all-in love for us and His creation.

For your perusal, I’ve included something sappy, something creative and something fun for your Father’s Day enjoyment.

Something sappy: A poem I wrote to my husband:

Your Love Comes Just In Time

Your love comes just in time

Silently tears drop like heavy morning dew from petals.

Your love unconditions my sense, all logic

Erasing all thoughts, burdens, tasks

Your love was always there

Unfaltering like the sureness of the earth under my feet.

Your love always will be

Rushing and wrapping and cocooning me.


Something Creative: A word cloud. (This is fun app where you put in a bunch of words and it will mix them together into a shape.)


Something fun: A video by Principal Gerry Brooks…I don’t think you have to be a teacher to appreciate it. There might be a dad out there who needs to know his gift of socks, underwear and ties isn’t the worst he could have gotten.





Autism and Non-family Socialization

Social awkwardness and me go hand in hand;  which has its share of cons and pros for my kid. It’s been 4 years since my kid has been invited to a birthday party outside of any  for family members. Four short years; they have been agonizingly lonely and sad for me and a bit for her.  I have prayed fervently for a best friend for her. For community for her. For fellowship with her peers. I fought the public realm a bit, but tried to make them accept and facilitate social skills and community.

It didn’t happen. It was not a situation or battle we felt we were meant to fight at the expense of progress, growth, and security for our child.

Prayer and Thanksgiving.

“Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.” I Thess. 5:16-18

It. Changes. Everything.

I am learning about fellowship this year. I’ve fought it. Hated the word even, because if you’re around Christians for any sort of time, it’s been a buzzword for the last decade or so. It’s been commercialized and sold as the part that’s been missing. The part that’s going to make Christianity whole. Make it perfect. (News bulletin: as long as we are on this side of glory and Christ’s return, his church will not be perfect)  Second Corinthians 12:9 says, “But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me.”

When my close friend posed hosting a small group of people for fellowship and even called it (the) Fellowship, my stomach tensed and cringed. I have always felt awkward and like I never quite knew what my role was and is supposed to be…I’m broken. I’ve had a very blessed life, don’t misunderstand (I am an only child. My parents love me unconditionally. My parents sacrificed a lot and still do for my happiness…My list of blessings stretches much farther than my hurts.) But I still had some deep cuts…

My list of cuts (I love lists and post it notes to put them on):

being obese most of my life; Poland’s Syndrome; endometriosis; having your relationship with your step children undermined and severed for several years; loss of fertility; dealing with grief of going back to work when you thought you’d finally made it to stay at home and homeschool; a chronically ill husband; fighting his denied disability; breaking my pelvis on the first day back to school for teachers; being out of work for 3 months; receiving a diagnosis of severe osteoporosis at 35 years old; being unable walk/clean and play with my kids; on crutches for 10 months with no end in sight; going into my last doctor’s appointment thinking I would get a report of some healing on the 4 stress fractures, but instead learned I have a fifth; making medical decisions for myself and my spouse who continues to get sicker and lose weight (while I gained).

It doesn’t do much for identity and self-esteem (another bad word in the traditional Christian community that needs a whole other blog to discuss).

So fellowshipping and feeling like I fit in any small group seemed impossible, and how was I supposed to naturally facilitate that for my child? But whatever, I thought, this is us. This was my close friend, a best friend. We’ve been friends for over 20 years. He pretty much knows me as well as anyone. So I felt safe; safe enough to try it on, anyway.

Yeah…God designs us each unique for a specific purpose at exactly the right time in history.

Then I have Allyson who has the gift of hospitality and this crag sized desire to be with people, make others happy, and make sure others know how amazing and joyful living is…but who has autism and sensory needs. Yeah…God designs us each unique for a specific purpose at exactly the right time in history. So the thoughts run in my head, what will she be able to do? Will she need extra supports? It’s a pool party. She’s a good swimmer. But the last time she went to a bday party (that wasn’t for family) she asked to sharpen pencils the whole time. The mom knew her well and knew how to and when to include her.

But today, I wondered, what should I do? Do I get a present for her to take? What does this child need or want? Do you still buy presents in our culture of instant gratification? What is the going rate for a birthday present? What’s the protocol for hanging out when you don’t know the family well these days?

So I did what anyone with social media would do. I stalked…I mean vetted out the guest list by asking my daughter about the kids she was hoping to see and comparing the two lists.

(Hopefully I’m not the only mom out there who’s done this to protect their child who has been bullied and has special needs.)

And then I’ve never been good at knowing the social rules of the upper middle class, so how do I teach her the rules?

In the end, not only was the birthday girl a nice, good friend, but the two children she played with the most at recess where there, too.

The social, unspoken rules didn’t matter.

I believe prayer mattered. It prepared her’s and my hearts.

My lesson:

But what you’ve taught me is following societal norms and/or rules are not true fellowship.

Love is and when you come with love and joy, the rest doesn’t matter.