Wednesday, 5 May 2010

Celebrating at Starbucks

Boker Tov:
Yesterday, I treated mum and dad Reel to Starbucks.
Saturday was mum's birthday, so I kept up our tradition of taking our parents for a Starbucks treat. I even got their coffee orders right.
The weather was wonderful; sunny, nice and warm, but not hot.
I brought a beautiful multi-coloured scarve that she loved and went ahead and gave her my mother's day card for her. We had a wonderful time just talking and laughing. I am so blessed to have a great relation with Mark's parnets. Not everyone has that.
But the real treat was Mark's call.
He tried me at home and when he found I wasn't there, he called on my cell phone. He didn't know about my plans to take mum and dad out.
So Mark was able to wish his mother a happy birthday and dad was thrilled to hear Mark's voice.
G-d's timing is perfect.

The Gift

Shalom aleichem:

How I remember as a child, my mother covering my hand with her soft and helping me to form my letters and later my numbers. Being a bright child, she could never figure out why her daughter who loved to read, was such a poor reader. And when it came to spelling, forget it. I loved music, art, history and english. In my mind, I could see history come to life: it wasn't just so much imforamtion on a page: I was there.
And yet, it wasn't until I went to Nurse's Aide School that one of my teacher's suggested I was tested for dyslexia. Following her advise, I went to the school counselor and took the test.
I failed and was over joyed.
I was severly dylexic: not stupid Both the relief of myself and mother.

When I found out I had dyslexia, I realize I'd been handed a a gift. Dyslexic people are visual, multi-dimensional thinkers. We are intuitive and highly creative, and excel at hands-on learning. Because we think in pictures, it is sometimes hard for us to understand letters, numbers, symbols, and written words. It's like being Alice in The Looking Glass: we just see the world differently. Like my box of 120 Crayola crayons, I just have more colours to chose from.
But it isn't without headaches. Being dyslexic (along with poor eye sight) stops me from driving, or becoming an R.N as I had once dreamed. It halted my going into the military.
 But I never use it as an excuse for poor grammer, spelling, dance or even learning hebrew. Just makes the subjects more challenging and stretches me. And having a loving, supportive husband, who, when he isn't defending our freedom, as a science teacher, doesn't hurt :)
We are havesome form of limitation on our lives. It might not be dyslexia, but something that stops us from reaching for one tiny star, in favorite of a bigger one
Aleichem shalom,

Saturday, 1 May 2010

One of Those Day

Lailia Tov:
Just before Shabbat began last evening, I took some of my Shabbat flowers upstairs to my nieghors. They loved them and thanked me for sharing a bit of Spring with them.
But instead of feeling better when I came downstairs, I felt worst. Seeing this young couple, so in love, so happy, reminded me so much of Mark that the joy of Shabbat left me.
So today, I was a little low.
But then Mark called and I felt better.
I am sleeping better, adjusting to my big Grey friend in the Dinning Room. And soon I shall be off to sleep.
Just needed to put my thoughts down.
I love talking to Mark. When he says I love you, Laini, for one brief moment, it feels as if he is right here with me.
I hold onto the thought that with each passing day, we are one day closer to his coming home. One day closer to being held in my Mark's arm. One day closer to seeing I love you, Laini, in Mark's eyes.
"I have found the one my soul loves. I have found him and will not let him go."