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I never knew much about epilepsy.  My understanding of epilepsy was that if a person had epilepsy the person had seizures and seizures meant convulsions.  That was the limit of my understanding about epilepsy until two years ago.  Two years ago, my understanding of epilepsy changed dramatically.  Two years ago, my then-17-year-old daughter had her first seizure and then another and then another.  Epilepsy suddenly was a part of my world.  It invaded out of the blue…with no warning, or at least none that we could understand…and it has stayed, bringing changes and dynamics that I simply didn’t know existed.

With Amy’s first seizure, there were convulsions and a rigid body and unconsciousness that lasted an eternal several minutes.  In those minutes, the lives of our family changed forever.

I didn’t know that having a seizure meant that in our state ofAlabamayou couldn’t drive for 6 months.

I didn’t know that having two unprovoked seizures meant that you are officially diagnosed as having epilepsy.

I didn’t know that seizures can cause horrible headaches.

I didn’t know that a seizure can so affect a person’s brain that it takes weeks to months for a body to recover and regain its strength.

I didn’t know that seizures and anti-seizure medication can cause memory loss.

I didn’t know that there are so many anti-seizure medications.

I didn’t know that a person can still have a seizure while taking an anti-seizure medication.

I didn’t know that seizures can begin in many different parts of the brain and affect different nerve and muscle functions.

I didn’t know that having a seizure can be terrifying for the person having it.

I didn’t know that having a seizure can feel like free-falling.

I didn’t know that there are different types of seizures and not all seizures have convulsions with them.

I didn’t know that epilepsy can be so debilitating.

I didn’t know that people with epilepsy can have wonderful and fulfilling lives.

I didn’t know that having epilepsy would make my daughter all the more beautiful and heroic to me.

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Sunshine

Today is my best friend’s birthday.  She is a ray of sunshine in my life.  She is many rays of sunshine in my life.  She is many rays of sunshine in many people’s lives.  She says that her momma pumped her full of sunshine as she was growing up and it must be true. So now she shares all that sunshine with anyone and everyone she meets.  She has never met a stranger. (I meet strangers all the time, except I don’t actually meet them because they are strangers.)  She is a warm, welcoming kind of person…the kind everyone likes to be around…because she is so sunny and happy and fun.

I didn’t meet Sunshine until I was 40-years-old, but I think she’s the best friend that I had been waiting for since I was 9.  She understands my sense of humor…she gets me.  I can make her laugh.  She makes me laugh.  When no one else is laughing, we’re laughing.  It seems nothing is off limits to our funny bones.  There are simply some more solemn happenings in life that we just don’t need to attend together because we might start laughing…the kind of laughing where it is hard to stop laughing.  And all this laughter is good for me.

Not only does Sunshine share much laughter with me, I can share my heart with her.  She’s always there to listen.  She prays for me and for my family and the things I care about.  She has taught me a lot about grace and forgiveness and how we’re all broken people.  (I have perfectionist tendencies and she has taught me that imperfection is okay. We humans are all imperfect and broken in some way because we live in a broken and sin-stained world.  Being broken is no problem because God can mend and use broken things and broken people.)  She has taught me a lot about faith and simply believing God and what He says in His Word.

I’m so thankful for Sunshine!!!!  I love her and listening to her…her stories about her family and the town she grew up in, her deep musings, her likes and dislikes…I love knowing her…Sunshine definitely makes me a better person and the world around her a better place.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SUNSHINE!!!!

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Flip-flops

It’s been a slow dawning…a creeping realization…one I’ve tried to ignore, work around, persevere through…but just a few days ago the truth stared me in the face and began to lodge in my mind.  I think… I’m pretty sure… ok… I know…I’ve flunked flip-flops in life.

The ugly truth met me when I tried on my latest pair of really nice, dark brown, imitation leather flip-flop sandals that I had purchased just a couple of days earlier.  They were just what I was looking for when I tried them on in the store, with the piece of heavy-duty plastic wrapped around the strap that goes in-between the big toe and the next not-quite-as-big-toe.  They looked nice so I bought them and was very pleased with my purchase.  Then on the facing-the-truth day, after the almost-impossible-to-remove heavy-duty plastic was finally removed from the strap on both sandals, I slid my feet into them and started to walk into another room.  Immediately the nerves of the tender top-of-the-foot-skin sent pain signals to my brain and screamed, “Remove immediately!”

I continued to take a few more steps and then succumbed to the reality that the imitation leather was going to rub deep holes into the top of my feet, while the little between-the-toe straps were going to cut off my toes.  That’s when I knew…I’ve failed at flip-flops.

I never wore flip-flops as a child like my two younger sisters did.  My feet stayed safely tucked inside my sneakers.  I didn’t go barefoot much either (my little sisters did that all of the time also).  Why walk around barefooted outside where innumerable hard or sharp things can easily penetrate the epidermis of the foot?  It made no sense to me.  Yes, Jesus had worn sandals, but there are NO pictures of them being flip-flops and besides, they didn’t have Nike’s back then.  (I did actually wear sandals as a child sometimes, just not the flip-flop kind.)

But a few years ago, I took the plunge and began purchasing flip-flops.  By golly, I would train my tender toes to work in flip-flops!  There has been some success, but last summer when my friend went on and on about her new Olukai brand flip-flops, talking about how comfortable they were, even MORE comfortable than going barefooted, I went and bought a pair…just like hers.  I found the right size in the store, tried them on, paid for them, went to my car and switched out of the shoes I was wearing into the most comfortable flip-flops in the whole entire world before finishing my errands for the day.  A couple of hours later, I walked through my backdoor with two raw and red feet; little holes rubbed into the tops of both of them.

I’ve not given up…yet.  I’ve continued to wear the most comfortable sandals in the whole wide world every once in a while and then stop to let the rubbed places heal.  I suspect that I will also do the same thing with the really nice looking, dark brown, imitation leather flip-flops that I just bought…I’ll just now wear them knowing and accepting the truth of my flip-flop destiny.

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Manna and change

I don’t really like change.  Whether it’s big changes in life or little changes in life…I can get tripped up over changes.  Even the transition during the end of the school year, the switch from kids being in school to kids being at home rattles me just a little bit.  It’s not the kids being home that rattle me…I love having them home…it’s more the shift from very structured days…you get up at this time, to be here by this time, to be picked up by this time, to do homework by this time, to go to bed by this time (very structured)…to not so much structure on more relaxed summer days.  I can do about a week of total unstructured time in my days and then I need some structure.  Anyway, even good change like summer vacation makes me feel like the ground is shifting just a bit under my feet.

Lately I’ve been reading the book of Joshua in the Bible and in chapter 5, I read about how the manna stopped.  The manna had been God’s special provision of food for His people as they wandered in the wilderness for 40 years.  They wandered because of their lack of faith and disobedience, but God was faithful to give them food every day.  The time comes when the Israelites enter into the land that God had promised to give them long before they disobeyed.

After the children of Israel crossed the Jordan River, which God miraculously parted so they could walk across on dry ground just like they had crossed the Red Sea some 40 years earlier, the people celebrated the Passover.  Verse 11-12 say:  “The day after the Passover, that very day, they ate some of the produce of the land:  unleavened bread and roasted grain.  The manna stopped the day after they ate this food from the land; there was no longer any manna for the Israelites, but that year they ate of the produce ofCanaan.”

There it is in black and white in my Bible:  The manna stopped.  The manna stopping was a miracle, just like the manna starting had been…it was something God did.  When I read about the manna stopping, I wondered, “Were the people afraid when the manna stopped?”  I think I would have been.  They had gone out and gathered manna for 40 years.  For some of the people, that’s all they had ever known…it’s what they did…every day (except on the Sabbath, but we won’t talk about that here).

“No manna” equaled a big change for the Israelites.  It was change, even though the change they faced was a good one.  God was keeping His promise to bring them to a new homeland.  They would eat the wonderful and abundant produce of that new land; but it would still be a change.

Those couple of verses in Joshua reminded me that when there is change in my life, good change or seemingly bad change, I need to have faith in the God who cares for me.  I need to remember that the God who provided all the manna will provide in a new way, maybe a different way, as well.  He doesn’t forget about me AND He is not afraid of change at all.  As a matter of fact, He’s in control of it.

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I didn’t know that there are such things as “Hose Washers.”  Okay…well…maybe I’ve seen them before on garden hoses sometime in my life, but I didn’t realize what they were, the way they could make life easy or brighten my day.  They now have a real meaning in my relaxation therapy daily ritual of watering plants.

My husband brought home the little package of “Hose Washers” last night; along with a new “Kink Control” heavy duty garden hose “with TRIPLE FRAME TECHNOLOGY” that controls hose “kinks better than regular hoses” and even does this in Spanish also according to its packaging.  I’ve never been so excited about a garden hose.  But, since one of our hoses has so many breaks in its vinyl cover that it actually folds in multiple places, stopping the floe of aqua to my flower bed, I was very excited over his new purchase.  This new hose has a 7 year warranty!  Can you believe that?!

Back to the “Hose Washers.”  The “Hose Washers” are for another hose, which has no breaks in its vinyl covering, but has gotten into the nasty habit of leaking at the spicket of the house and where it is attached to a spray nozzle.  “It didn’t leak this way last summer,” I recently informed my husband, with realizing that there was a simple remedy to the hemorrhaging hose ends.

So this morning I installed the cleverly thought up invention of “Hose Washers” and proceeded to test them out.  The just-yesterday-spraying-dripping-leaking hose performed much better with its new “Hose Washers” and I am delighted…Who knew?…I didn’t.

Side note:  I must also tell you about the third gadget my husband bought, along with the “Kink Control” hose and the amazing “Hose Washers.”  He brought home to his spoiled wife, a spraying wand…with multiple settings.  Listen to the many ways I can now send water unhindered through my “Kink Control” garden hose:  There is the “shower” setting (my personal favorite for plant watering, not too hard or too soft, but just right).  There is the “soaker” setting (not sure what exactly that one is for, but figure that my kids will discover its meaning and use it on siblings).  There is the “rinse” setting, which sends a strong stream of water in any direction you point.  The “power wash” setting, which is the “rinse” setting on steroids, and makes me feel like wearing a cape when using it.  Then there is the “bucket filler” setting, which I’ve never seen described before on a watering wand, but has been much needed by many a driveway-car-washing-enthusiast.

I can now look forward to the summer knowing I’m equipped and prepared to handle the watering tasks ahead.

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I’m not a homeschool mom.  Really, I’m not.  I never have been.  None of our 5 children have been taught at home by their mom…well, officially, that is.  Hopefully, I have taught them many things.  But I have never had the full weight of their formal education resting solely on my shoulders as their teacher.

Don’t get me wrong…I mean no disrespect to those moms who do teach their kids their school subjects in a home setting.  I have had and still do have many friends that have chosen to homeschool their children AND I have a lot of respect for them.  That’s a HUGE responsibility!!  But, my husband and I have never felt led to undertake that calling.

So you may be wondering why I am writing a piece about NOT being a homeschool mom.  It’s because of the rumors.  I call them rumors, and my best friend calls them rumors and we giggle under our smiles when someone asks me if I am still homeschooling.  Yes, I get asked that.  I’ve been asked that question many times,  for many years, even by people that I’ve known for quite a while.  My answer is always the same:  “No, my kids are at such-and-such school.  We don’t homeschool.”

“Really?!” is usually the response, followed by, “You’ve never homeschooled your kids?”

“Really” is my typical answer, “We’ve never homeschooled.”

“Oh, I thought you did,” states the inquisitor.

Our family has been in the school-age years of life for MANY  years, but we have homeschooled for 0 (zero) years, that would be “no” years, not any years…never…ever.

I even receive school curriculum catalogs in the mail, but still the truth of the matter is, we don’t homeschool.

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It’s Time

So I’ve decided that it’s time for me to try and write something…anything…on a regular/semi-regular basis and this is the format that I have chosen…a blog.  I will go ahead and tell you that I am intimidated by the idea of blog-writing.  There are so many blogs out there, why do I need to add to the all-ready-crowded-blog-space in this world?  I have no good answer.

For many years my aunt, who is a retired college English professor, has been telling me that I should sit down and write just a little bit every day.  “Set aside a  time and just write down whatever pops into your head to write about,” she has told me.  I’ve always thought that it sounded like a good idea…BUT, I’ve never done it…until now.  And now I haven’t really done it either…I’m just beginning to do it…to write something every day…or every couple of days…and put it out there for someone to read (hopefully).

I’m pretty sure that maybe my aunt will read it if I ask her to…and send her some M & M’s in the mail to bribe her.

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