Wow, 2012….where do I even begin. To say this was a difficult year would be an understatement. To say that I have grown tremendously as a person would hit the nail right on the head. Here’s a short recap of the highlights and low lights of 2012 for me: Continue reading

Simply Having a Wonderful Christmas Time

My favorite Christmas song by far is Wonder Christmas  Time by Paul McCartney and Wings. And that songs sums up the way it felt to watch my son open his very first Christmas gifts on his very first Christmas. My husband and I were all smiles. He was so excited and so overwhelmed by the gifts. I think he loved the wrapping as much as the actual toys. Here’s a sneak peek of the excitement of Christmas morning:

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Late Bloomers

I’ve come to the realization that my son and I are late bloomers. Obviously, we are at very different stages in our lives but both of us insist on doing things in our own time.

My little man is 9 months as of yesterday and happy as a clam. He is now rolling over, tolerating tummy time better, and positioning himself for crawling. These developments have been a long-time coming. Rolling over is a milestone that can be seen as early as 3 months but usually starts happening around 6 months. He had not interest, and most importantly, I don’t think he had the strength. Being our first-born, my husband and I do tend to spoil him. Instead of pushing him and forcing him to do things on our own, when we see him struggling or upset, we rush to fix it.

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Thoughts on School Shootings

The school shooting in Newtown, CT at Sandy Hook Elementary School brought back extremely poignant memories for me.

As some of you may know, I was at Virginia Tech in April 2007 when 32 people, students and faculty, were senselessly murdered in a mass shooting on campus. There are so many things I remember vividly about that day. I remember the weather; cold, more windy than I had ever seen, snow flurries that seemed so late for that time of year. I remember not understanding the magnitude of what had happened until I got home from being evacuated from the campus. I remember being on lock down in my office with my co-workers and any students we found wandering the halls. I remember the phones not working; the cryptic, bare-minimum emails sent out by campus trying to keep us apprised of the situation. And mostly I remember the sadness of the days that followed. The candlelight vigil. The counseling sessions. The reporters randomly stopping you as you tried to go about your day on campus. Learning that a friend was a victim and dealing with the loss. Having the media descend on our small mountain town, making us almost feel trapped, with a giant spotlight on our campus….a spotlight on us as we tried to cope with the sudden, griping loss of so many from our already small community and the feeling of “how could this happen.” Continue reading