Tuesday, May 21, 2013

naked time

When a good song comes on I like to turn it up... I am suddenly cool. I can dance and sing... Double threat.  I even have rhythm. I am hip. Heck- I could probably even convince myself that I'm a good cook then. If I'm running- I'm fast. I don't worry. I am strong.

This weekend I blasted music while I ran to get used to my new running inadequacy. Running the right way means completely new muscles are getting worked. I can only go half my usual distance and it still hurts. 

But blasting U2 and Pink and Sting and Prince certainly helped...

Dearly beloved, we have gathered here today
To get through this thing called life
Electric word life it means forever and that's a mighty long time
But I'm here to tell you there's something else
The afterworld, a world of never ending happiness
You can always see the sun, day or night

So when you call up that shrink in Beverly Hills
You know the one Dr. Everything'll Be Alright
Instead of asking him how much of your time is left?
Ask him how much of your mind, baby
'Cause in this life things are much harder than in the afterworld
This life you're on your own

And if the elevator tries to bring you down
Go crazy

And I swear when it got to that part, I fist pumped and kicked and spun around like I actually was Prince... If Greyson could talk he would certainly say- Mom, you are so embarrassing. 

And I actually used to have a shrink in Beverly Hills... I was probably about 28 years old. I lived in Southern California and I had stuff I needed to work out... I think we all have stuff we need to work out- or we are in denial... She actually wasn't a shrink- she was a licensed therapist... Her name was Bonnie and she helped me get over heart break and finding myself...as cliche'd as that sounds.... And in retrospect my life was so simple then. Single, living in paradise, making great money...and somehow it shocks me yet doesn't surprise me at all that I am actually happier now.

I think I've gotten to know myself better in the past ten years. And I think making friends with your own self is a pretty important key to the door to happy.

I remember being a little girl... I couldn't have been more than 7 or 8 years old and I was having a talk with my Dad. When I was 3 my 7 year old brother Douglas was hit by a car and killed down the street from our house. I'm certain that one event taught me more about Love and Life than I could ever describe. 

In that conversation I remember my Dad telling me there were times that he closed his office door at work and just laid on the ground and cried he was so sad.

If you have lost a child, my heart aches for you. I've seen the sadness it causes...I can't imagine how it would feel...I celebrate the Life of your little with you. I celebrate you for getting out of bed every day. I'm so sorry.

I'm glad Dad told me all of that. It made me feel grown up and worthy of important information. It showed me it's good to tell people you care about what you really are feeling. Even if it isn't happy and shiny.

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We all miss you Doug... 

Tell the people in your Life you love them... Today...

I am lucky I have two caring loving kind sisters in my Life. Katie is 10 years younger and Lisa is 5 years younger.

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Here we were in Hawaii about 9 or so years ago.  Katie, sorry I posted the ek picture. I couldn't help it. When Katie saw the picture after we took it she said- Why did you guys do sexy? I didn't know. I did cute and you guys did sexy. And then Lisa and I were laughing that the K on her shirt looked like an ek- which then we pronounced as Eeeeekkkkkk...and then we called her that the rest of the trip... and all that ridiculousness is why it's awesome to have sisters.


I made a mistake...

Let me back up... A couple of months ago- at the very first hint of warm weather- Greyson and I started a ritual. He has an hour break in between his morning and afternoon therapy sessions. During this time we would go outside, eat lunch and have naked time. I thought it would be a good chance for Greyson to become aware of his bodily bathroom functions. Before that I'm pretty sure he didn't have a clue that anything was going on down there.

This sacred hour of time became the very stuff his soul is made of. He soon discovered that naked time is his favorite thing on Earth...

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And now, unfortunately Greyson associates any and every pool with instant naked. The second I turn around his trunks are off. And the more time he spends in Naked Town the more he enjoys it- and the more he tries to go there.  Many Spectrum kids inherently enjoy being naked. Sometimes any of their 5 senses are ultra sensitive. Although it is not the case with us, some find clothing or shoes painful. Naked time is preferred in Spectrumville.

What's the big deal? I thought. It's perfectly natural- being naked. We are in the privacy of our back yard. (OHMYGOSH... As I'm writing this- I look over at Greyson and he is - NAKED... Pull up and T-shirt poof.)

But I quickly realized what the big deal is...The more I let him be naked- the more he only wants to be naked. The other afternoon we met a Friend at her swim club. Beautiful place with tennis courts and a gym and a bar and a little naked boy... WHAT?! A LITTLE NAKED BOY? Yes- before I could even set our stuff down by the pool I look up and see Greyson --already buck naked. Little girls standing with mouth agape...

And my very suggestion of, We wear pants at the pool was met with instant running and screaming... Awesome...Hi- I'm the Mom chasing the running screaming naked child. Please don't mind me.

Thank God they also have beer at this joint.

And although I do find it sweet and funny- If I don't nip this one- Greyson will quickly turn into the 14 year old boy getting naked in public- so now I am naked time police... We just can't go there anymore...After today...I keep putting it off.... It just takes so much energy to stop it right now- but it's time...

After seeing Greyson strip naked at the club, one Mom says to me- Good to see I'm not the worst Mom here, with a smile.

And my smile haulted abruptly as I wondered- What does that mean? It better have been a ill-timed extremely unsuccessful comedic attempt. Don't make me have the talk with you, lady... I'm a bad Mom for PLENTY of reasons... But  NOT a because my 3 year old son just flashed his penis. Let's just focus on our own kids- what do you say gal?

There's a part of me that envies Greyson's lack of inhibitions while naked. Not an ounce of self-conciseness.

When did we learn that, I wonder? The harsh judgement of our naked self.  It's certainly something that I won't be teaching Grey.

Have a great day....



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  1. OHNOSHEDIDNT! I would have said - Hey don't sell yourself short, Judgy Judgerson.
    I have a happy naked 4 year old. He hasn't taken his show outside, but boy would he love too. Last night, while the tub water was running, he excitedly stripped down. I thought he was going to get right in, but he took off for his bedroom to stand in front of his full length mirror. "Mom! I am handsome" Me- "Yes, you are my love. Now get your nudie booty in this tub" Now I can't get him to stop saying "Nudie booty".
    Love & happiness to you, sweet mama. <3 Jennifer

  2. In Europe no one would think anything of Grey being naked. Funny how a change of culture magnifies or nullifies "issues" :)

  3. good to see i'm not the worst mom here? GOOD TO SEE I"M NOT THE WORST MOM HERE? WHA WHA??!! oh man i don't know what i'd do if i heard that one. today, i'd probably cry, because i'm having a tough one. but sometimes, when someone says or does something irritating/snarky/obnoxious that THEY think is funny but it really isn't, i impulsively just do a LOUD FAKE OBNOXIOUS LAUGH. i don't plan to do it, it just comes out-- but i'm usually rather proud of myself for doing it. susan from pa

  4. Your brother was a spitting image of Parker! This post just lit up my day. :)

  5. Good to see I'm not the worst mom here.. 0.o Say whaaaa!? Maybe not, but definitely the rudest. I'm impressed with your self-control because you quickly could've because the worst mom there.