Not Hiding Anymore

Although our immediate family has known for quite some time, we have decided to tell our close friends and family that I have a severe chronic neurological disorder. It started with the onset of my third pregnancy and has worsened significantly since Isaac has been born. The main symptom is this: my brain no longer works. When my healthcare provider asked if my symptoms were interfering with normal daily activities I asked what "normal" is. (Ok, I really haven't talked to my doctor...) We've come to terms with the disorder, and my older children are comfortable talking about it. In fact, Daisy tells me on a daily basis, "Mom, I think your brain is broken." Yes, Daisy, so do I, and what's more - you have this to look forward to when you become a mom. Good luck.

Getting Old

The Young Women were running carnival-type booths at the Fourth of July festivities here in town. We were about to leave and had two tickets left, so I stepped up to the "Plinko" booth. As I took the discs from the Young Women, I said, "You know, I saw Plinko played live on the Price is Right!" The girls just looked at me, unimpressed. "Do you know what the Price is Right is?" I asked. "No," they responded simply. "I saw Bob Barker," I pronounced, certain they would ooh and aah. When they just stared at me I redundantly asked, "Do you know who Bob Barker is?" When they again said, "no," it became very clear to me that I am getting old. I guess I need to remember that the kids going into Young Women's don't even remember September 11, not to mention Bob Barker. I wonder what I'll feel like when I'm really old. No one will ever know what I'm talking about!