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Time to Fold That Security Blanket!

Thursday, May 13th, 2010

Do you have a security blanket?

What's YOUR Security Blanket...

My daughters both had them as babies. Their “B’s” we called them—shiny, pink, and silky on one side, the other, soft, and velvety. Every day, they dragged them around the house. Every night, they snuggled them in.

One time, on our way to San Diego, we discovered we’d left my oldest daughter’s “B” at home—she hadn’t noticed yet, but it was only a matter of time. I distracted her with games of peekaboo until we reached the nearest Target, which had one left in stock. The “clean B” as it was dubbed, served as a logical substitute. We realized at that point that it didn’t matter if it was THE “B” as long as it looked familiar. That was enough.

Therefore, when DD#2 was born, she was given her own “B”—this one with raised velvety dots, and the silky side. DD#2 had “Bumpy B” and nothing works for her better than her own. We bought three.

Even still, when they get sick, or a bad owie, nothing can soothe away the tears so much as the “B.”

But they don’t need them anymore. Not really.

I’ve been home with them for months, writing, parenting, and cleaning out closets, drawers, trunks, and so on. While doing so, I stumbled across my trunk of forgotten yellow notepads, type written pages, and early story starts. This was my proving ground. Where I pounded out every cliché in the book, worked out predictable plots, and hokey characters. I practiced story, dialog, setting, narrative, each one drowning in backstory, and breaking pretty near every rule in the book.

They’re my security blanket.

There might be smidgens of salvageable story in there somewhere. But, probably not. Will I ever get rid of them? No. Probably not.

My husband doesn’t understand, but that doesn’t really matter. They don’t take up much room, all neatly stacked, in the trunk under my printer where my now MUCH more polished manuscripts jet out on a fairly regular basis.

They’re proof of my path. And, my safety net if the stories dry up.

Do you have a security blanket?

A manuscript that you lovingly rework?

Even more, are you willing to step away from that tired, cliché, reworked to death story, and break new ground?

~Ashley

Milestones

Tuesday, May 11th, 2010

Mama's Little Graduate

Happy Mother’s Day, Mama Writers! I hope your day was extra special!

My Mother’s Day started a bit early. My son turned three last week and with that milestone came a closing to another chapter in his baby book. Since my son was 17months, he has been in the care of some wonderful and very loving teachers at my area’s UCP School. Twice a week I’d bring him for a speech therapy session and a little preschool class afterward.

The only downside to this pot o’ gold is once my son turned three he “aged out” of the program and thus gets turned over to the County Office of Education. Last Tuesday was his final session at UCP and it was a VERY bittersweet day. It was a blessing that I caught on to the fact my child wasn’t hitting his milestones in speech when he was little and pressed our pediatrician for an evaluation. In doing so, we had almost a year and a half of services, which seldom happens. Usually kids are closer to three before some parents notice a speech delay. 

At the time of his evaluation, he had about a 6-9month delay in speech. Shoot forward to 3 years old and my guy has made outstanding progress. In March 2010, I blogged about him getting tubes in his ears and how well the surgery has paid off. Within the last month, he has upped his vocab to using three word combinations. Think “Mommy, drink, please.” Compared to what he was this time last year, it’s nothing short of spectacular! Saying good-bye to all the friends we’d made and the wonderful speech therapist and teachers definitely choked me up. Seeing my big boy walk down the hallway in his cap and gown filled me with such pride and love I was near bursting! What a truly fabulous Mother’s Day gift!

He still has a lot of work ahead of him. In correlation with the services provided to us through our county’s Office Of Ed, I’ll be driving him to CSU, Fresno to participate in their Speech Clinic where a Master’s Student in Speech Therapy will work with him. In total, he’ll have four speech sessions a week plus two half days at a preschool. That is a very tall order for a three year old! All I can say is thank goodness my daughter’s school has all day kindergarten. Sheesh! Just keeping up with pick up and drop off times this last year about made me certifiable! At least this way, I know she’ll be entertained and not bored to tears in a waiting room.

Being on this adventure with him has taught me so much. Sure this last year has been stressful juggling his complicated schedule with my daughter’s preschool schedule and my writing time, but ultimately it’s a crazy life I’d do blindfolded with one arm tied behind my back marching uphill in sand. To see him conversing is worth everything to me. While you might not have a special needs child, I know you feel the same way I do. It’s what makes us moms and why we get a whole day celebrated in our honor. ;)

It might be a stretch, but I see his journey to speaking much in the same light as my odyssey to publication. I started behind the eight-ball just like he did. I guess you could say he and I are both honing our crafts. We both had to buckled down and get to work to get where we are today. Just like him, I’ve met some milestones, too. March brought about my one year anniversary of entering the blogging world. A lot has changed since my first guest post (which was at Helen’s Heroes, just so you know. Love ya, Helen! :) ) I’m a more confident writer/blogger just like my boy is a more confident talker. I know given time and tenacity, he and I will both reach our goals and what a sweet success that will be!

What about you, Mama Writers? When was the last time you met a challenge head on or stepped over a milestone you never thought you’d reach?

For more information on Sarah Simas, check out her blog geared toward novice writers: The Lovestruck Novice.

A Trip Of A Lifetime!

Friday, April 30th, 2010

Aloha, Mama Writers!

Where We Stayed: The Waikiki Marriot

I’ve been a bad, bad girl. I snuck away for five days and four nights of paradise! My darling hubby took me along with on his business trip to Oahu, Hawaii!

We left the kiddos with my mom, so I had plenty of “ME Time” while hubs worked. It was pure bliss to be able to eat at a restaurant and not be whisper-yelling, “Stop that!” or “Will you just sit still!” I actually ate a whole meal while it was still HOT. Talk about awesome!

One of the highlights of my trip was connecting with a fellow lover of romance novels. When I made mention of my upcoming trip to my good friend, Diana Cosby, she put me in contact with a lovely lady named, Kim, who just happened to live on the island. How cool, huh?!

Every plant or tree had flowers

As soon as hubs and I landed and got settled in the hotel, I called Kim and we made plans to meet. The two of us had a blast driving up and down the H1 Highway. It was wonderful to see the sights and chat about all things romance face-to-face instead of via email. Once my hubby concluded his business, Kim showed us various historical Pearl Harbor locations inside Hickman Air Force base. We got to see some of the original buildings, which still sported bullet holes, and the air field where all our planes were attacked. Plus, we got to view the USS Utah wreckage. An amazing and very humbling moment to be sure. I couldn’t begin to count the times I teared up throughout the day! I totally recommend a visit to the USS Arizona and Pearl Harbor Memorial. It will take your breath away.

From the beach at North Shore

Had I not been plugged into the Romance Community, my hubs and I would never have gotten the chance to experience such awe-inspiring  behind-the-scenes locals. What’s more, I wouldn’t have met Kim!!

Whether it was during a convention or while on vacation, when did being a part of the romance community enrich your life?

Mahalo everyone! If you’d like to see some more pics of my trip and find out which Project Runway Celeb I sat  next to on the plane over, swing by my blog, The Lovestruck Novice, on Monday!

Of Little Girls and Ladybugs…

Monday, February 15th, 2010

Hey, ladies!

It’s President’s day – which means EVERYONE is home!

So, here’s a story from a few years ago right after I’d sold my first novel, when the trailer was new (to us!) and life took on a whole new dimension.

This year, we are planning our spring around trips, soccer, gymnastics, school, my oldest daughter’s 6th birthday party which has grown of its own volition, and a million other things that I had barely thought of back then.

I’m still figuring out how to fit writing, editing, and plotting time in around our busy schedule. In the mean time, life is good – the ladybugs are still flying, crawling up grassy leaves, and making “little ladybugs.” And I find endless discovery in my daughters’ vivid imagination.

So, no matter where you are, Happy Early Spring! and enjoy this little peek into our past as we step into the next season together…

My sister gave us a “new” used hybrid trailer for Christmas – that means, it has a 17′ long body, and pop out beds to 23′. We’re planning on putting it to good use this summer, having already braved a trip in February – when we discovered the heater didn’t work (BRRRRR). All freshly fixed up and serviced, we just spent a lovely getaway to the lake over the weekend. Perry fished to his heart’s content (though I think I heard the fish laughing… we didn’t see ANYONE catch ANYTHING all weekend.)

The girls and I collected ladybugs and butterflies and played on a hidden beach.We had a picnic under an enormous oak tree on a field of grass. Flew a kite. Connected the dots with the stars, and woke up with the birdies. Idyllic? well, we were camping in a pop-out trailer. I did my best this time not to envy all of the lovlely, shiny new 5th wheels and Class Cs that were parked all around. Class As didn’t even bother to try camping where we were parked… So, social envy was curtailed in that arena.

We still love Lake Skinner – the best place close by, thus far, for a cheap weekend getaway – with no computer, no work, no bad days… Let’s just say, we returned home with far less beer (and stress) than we hauled out with us. The girls are tan and happy, with some bandaid scars to share with their friends today at school. We spent last night finding many more places in and around SoCal to wander in our little tiny trailer. Can’t wait to see where we take it next!

My Valentine

Sunday, February 14th, 2010

It’s Valentine’s Day. You can tell by all the ads targeting us with jewelry, flowers, and of course, chocolate. Thoughts automatically turn to love. So, I decided to blog today about the first time I fell in love—with my son. As an adoptive mom, you don’t have the joy of feeling that first kick in your belly. You don’t get to see their little bodies forming on an ultrasound, and as an internationally adoptive parent, you don’t get to be present at your child’s birth.

What you do get is a picture and medical report—and if you are really lucky, you get a short video of your child-to-be. We were lucky enough to have a video of our son. In the months leading up to our trip to South Korea to get our boy, I must have watched this short piece of film a million times. He was seven months old in the video. I watched every movement of his face, every nuance in the way he touched and explored things, and his glorious little laugh. I felt each viewing gave me new insight into this boy who I’d never met, but I knew was going to be my child for the rest of our lives.

There was already a tug on my heartstrings. But how could I know what I would experience when I first met my boy. How my heart would swell so much I felt my chest expand from it. How I could not breathe from the hope and future I saw in his eyes.

But let me back up at bit here.

Before I could see my son, we had to wait for travel clearance (which seemed to take forever) and then fly to South Korea and WAIT an entire night at the adoption agency’s guest house before his foster family would bring him to the guest house for us to see.

But the next morning, after a night of no sleep, and a stomach too restless to eat, we would go downstairs to the clinic and see our son. Before we even reached the glass door of the clinic, we caught a glimpse of a boy, much older and chubbier than the photos we had still in a small album in our room. He was in the arms of his foster mom with hair in front sticking straight up.

And he was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen.

We all went inside a play room with our son’s social worker, and we were able to play with him and very briefly hold him. And I know it sounds fanciful. I know many people find it hard to believe. But right then, in that very moment, I fell in love. That love has only grown as my time with him has progressed. Now, we are a team, I tell him. We are the mommy and Jaime team.

So, happy Valentine’s Day to my little sweetie. And to all the parents out there and their little loves. What better way to celebrate the day of love than by being a mom?

 

 

 

 

 

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