Showing posts with label birthday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label birthday. Show all posts

Grandma, We Love You! How to Celebrate Being 70 in Style

Grandma Downs Side up was 70 last week. So how did we celebrate?



"Grandma is pretty. 
Wonderful. Fantastic."

Beautiful fresh flowers sent from FloraQueen

This is how Natty summed up her grandmother when asked for a quote to weave into my brother's speech at the occasion of her 70th birthday.

Her sister chirped,
"I love spending time on my own with Grandma at her house."

For a few weeks we all squirrelled away, wanting to make the occasion as special as possible for our Mum/Aunt/Sister/Wife and it all paid off.  So, what would our tips for the perfect 70th presents be?  

Happy Birthday, Unbirthday and a Blogiversary

November is a month of birthdays, blogiversaries and unbirthdays, in our house. 

They are markers in time, vantage points from which to assess our challenges and achievements over the previous 12 months.


Happy Birthday, Unbirthday and Blogiversary 

I was pondering my own forthcoming special day, when I came across a beautiful poem by John Lavan called An Age over on his blog Poems from Reality

Video clip: Natty wants it to be her birthday too...


This weekend sees big sister Mia's 

10th birthday 


and last night we planned a surprise party with a few of Mia's school friends.

A brief burst of filming before we left revealed a rare gem of a  comic moment from Natty that I simply had to share.

Of course she knows it isn't her birthday, she's teasing me, pulling my leg, her eyes twinkling with mischief. But she wants it to be her birthday all the same. 

But then I guess we could all do with at least 2 birthdays a year couldn't we ;)




             


8 Things my Blog has Taught Me over 2 Years


It is 2 years since I nervously sent my first unhoned musings out into the ether via the World Wide Web. Read Blank Blog Blindness here, where I talk about,  

"a feeling of wanting to get something much more important, 
very right from the onset.  
Of wanting to create something that will lift spirits, give support, bring people together, raise a smile and encourage. Yet all the while providing practical tips and real solutions for the everyday lives of parents and educators who have a child with Down's Syndrome in their lives." 




Motivation

Convinced no-one would read, I nicknamed it 'my little blogette', the sharing of our family life with 2 gorgeous daughters, one with Down's syndrome. My motivation was, and always has been, to buy precious early time for parents following a diagnosis. To show them that this path less travelled is never dull, that their lives will go on pretty much as before, and that with the right support their children will achieve great things. To dissolve and shine light on the kind of fear that consumed me in the early months after Natty's birth. An all-round Down syndrome support blog was my aim.

But what has my blog taught me? What have the unexpected lessons been? How has it changed my family? Where has it taken me, my values and thinking? And what has it achieved for others?

1 Blogging is time consuming

As the photos show, 'blogging' doesn't really describe what has become a full time unpaid job for me now. Speaking, writing, training, learning, meeting, talking. If you're thinking of starting a blog you might want to set strict limits for it from the outset. I probably spend 7 hours a day Mon-Fri on associated work, and I'm late for everything because I'm always trying to squeeze in one last call or email or Tweet.

Why do I do it? Why don't I say no when I'm asked to write an article for nothing that takes a week of my spare time? Why do I do an unplanned radio interview at 10 minutes notice which leaves me shaking with adrenaline all day?

Because when I discovered that people enjoy reading and listening, it made it all worthwhile. When one acquaintance said that before reading Downs Side Up she had felt sorry for our family and now she doesn't, I suddenly knew I was changing the perceptions of the wider public towards not just Down's syndrome but disability in general. When a new Mum wrote to me from her maternity ward bed having discovered us via Google, saying that the blog was the only thing giving her hope for her new baby with Trisomy 21, I knew I couldn't stop writing.

I'm still never prepared for the honest, open and heartfelt emails and comments that come my way, often anonymously: 

"Your blog has keep me going the last 3 months," 
"thank you for showing us that there is light at the end of the tunnel", 
"I hope I will one day be as positive as you are", 
"I keep your newspaper articles in my kitchen drawer to boost me on the bad days",
"My friend had a termination but having read your blog she is going to try again and will not have testing this time."


A Typical Day

Wake up and drag self out of bed after 3 alarm bells
Shout 'shoes' and shovel breakfast in the girls while they create dinosaurs or similar
Do school run
Home and prepare dinner (usually chucking a stew in the slow cooker)
Check and replay to emails
Check and post on all social media sites: Twitter, Pinterest, Facebook, LinkdIn, Tumblr, Google+
Write an article for a magazine or journal
Turn down about 5 emails to do reviews
Pick the odd 1 relevant review
Plan my Special Needs Jungle and Britmums columns plus any guest editing I'm doing
Join in any live Twitter chats 
Interview any guest bloggers
Chat to the latest documentary maker or journalist needing advice or a quote
Think about writing a blog post of my own.... time usually short for that.
Run out the door 5 mins late for school grabbing 'lunch' on the way
Do errands, docs appts etc
Homework, precious time with the girls, bed time and stories
Tidy up and the finish off the things that got started during the day (if I don't fall asleep before).

* I never let blogging encroach on family time, so after school and weekends are off limits.*



2 It's an emotional journey

I never for one minute expected blogging to be so all-consumingly emotional when I started. There are days where it gets too much and I have to step back, days of grief where a family I've got to know online have lost a baby, or of fear when I have had to go to the Police about a particularly nasty troll and the bigots voices surround us. A couple of days off usually brings the strength to continue shining a light into dark corners.

Then there are the times when I have been more nervous than I knew possible, frozen with fear over a live Skype BBC TV interview on a tricky subject or speaking to a room of MPs, adrenaline sending me to the smallest room in the house over and over. Then the moments of pride, reduced to tears because Natty has another modelling job or someone has noticed the reason for the long hours and nominated DSU for an award: Outstanding Contribution, Inspire, Woman of the year, Local Hero. And then the invite to Number 10.
None of it seems deserved and I am left humbled. And often crying but more determined than ever.

Yet, dear blog, I have grown a thicker skin, become wiser in so many ways.


3 Blogs have a life of their own

The work surrounding the blog has been organic. There is never a plan in mind, I just follow it's lead. Sometimes Natty's modelling or an award leads to a lot of media work. Likewise if something happens that demands attention I will write for change, e.g. getting a bigot removed from office for example, campaigning for a law change or calling for justice for someone wronged. Then I will be invited to do various events, such as speaking at conferences or Parliament. For this I research the subject matter in depth, such as the facts surrounding disability abortion law, sometimes there are facts I wish I hadn't read. 
Other than that I watch my family and listen to my heart and thoughts in the quietest of moments and write about them.

Just as the direction a blog takes can change unexpectedly, the posts which are read the most is often surprising. It's never the posts that you favour as a writer, never the ones which are the most well-wrtten, but often the most controversial. I am however happy to say that my all time most popular post is the most useful. It's the one that I read at Britmums last year and made you all cry. What to Say When a Baby is Born with Down's syndrome.


4 Writing is unexpectedly cathartic, healing and educational

Writing and speaking about the complicated emotions that come with an unexpected diagnosis for our baby was intended to help other parents, to let them know that everyone adjusts in their own time and way and that a full range of feelings is entirely typical. What I didn't realise was that through that writing, you organise those jumbled thoughts until you reach a point where they all make sense even to yourself, but you will bring them to the fore again. I have spent many evenings crying over the pc, pouring my heart into a post. It's a hugely cathartic and healing process, like free therapy I suppose! 

And by blogging those thoughts you enable friends and family to read them in privacy and at a time that suits them as well. You are able to explain in a way that you would never be able to face to face, and that helps them understand.

Alongside that, blogging is a learning curve. How do write this and pin that and post the other. And the research involved is like doing a degree!

5 There is so much online support

Above all of this I am thankful for the internet enabling the words of bloggers and charities  and support groups and writers and forums and professionals and other parents to help others, but also to bring the support I need in to me at a moment's notice. I am grateful to be part of such a supportive online family, working together to change the world one attitude, one law, one person at a time. Thank you all. If you are reading this, it's you too.

I am eternally thankful for the friends I have made along the way be they parents of other children with Down's syndrome, wise parents of adults, professionals with Down's syndrome or bloggers who make me giggle when I need a change or give me technical advice when I am stumped. Online friends who lift me when I'm tired, authors and artists and playwrites and actors, even some lovely media folk who have remained constant advisors and friends (in between those who would sell their granny for a story). I always said Natty was a great ice-breaker, but our family has met so many wonderful others whose paths would never have crossed otherwise.

6 Not everyone will understand

I can think of one or two, no more fortunately, people in our local community who have barely spoken to me since the media coverage of Downs Side Up began. I wondered at first if they misunderstood my motives, thinking I was trying to be like Jordan and revel in the public eye. Then I wondered if jealousy was playing a part, but finally someone pointed out that blogs like mine hold up a mirror for others to see their own reflection in. And as we are bringing about a subtle change, they see this is a criticism of the way they were doing things before...


7 Blogging can be costly

Paid for every click you say? Ha! Is that one of those urban myths!?

I do get a lot of requests to write reviews, usually in exchange for a cheap plastic toy. 
I say no of course. 

Other writers ask if they can put a post about insurance on my blog. 
I say no again. 

I took adverts off the blog after a few weeks because it was distracting. 

Now there is nothing wrong with blogging for payment, I just choose not to do it because I don't have time and I want the message of Downs Side Up to be clear. So yes, it costs me more than I earn. Software, domain name fees, hosting fees, train fares, blogging event tickets, accommodation, even postage. 
Worth every penny though. 

8 You have to do it naked

Not strictly true of course, but, spurred on by Kate on Thin Ice, getting naked to bring awareness of miscarriage, to encourage mums to celebrate their post-birth bodies and to forgive them for the losses while raising money for Down Syndrome Awareness Day was just one of the more curiously unexpected events of the year. Read Downs Side Up Uncovered here to find out more.

I wonder what the next year will bring?

I hope you'll pour balm on more hearts dear blog, open more eyes, make some real change, get our collective voices heard. I know you'll bring new friends, new inspiring plays or films or dance or books to watch and review. I will meet more adults with learning disabilities who will lead the way. We'll learn more tips and tricks to make life easier, often from medical or teaching professionals and we'll share them in the melting pot. Blog, you are now a hub, drawing inspiration to you like a powerful magnet. Thank you.

Oh, and who knows, maybe I'll find a sponsor!





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The Significance of the Birthday Party Invite


The Party Invitation

Children's birthday parties...

"Noise.  Other people's kids.  Sky high little ones on a sugar-fuelled trajectory headed for mahem and destruction.  A couple of hours eaten into your precious family weekend.  Small talk with other parents you barely know.  All those scary germs lurking in the ball pit that are bound to make your child ill.  The stress of hoping your child behaves better than the worst of them."

That may be what some people think when their children are invited to a classmate's birthday party.  Certainly when they are before the age of the 'drop and pick up later' phase.

Here's our story...

Last week, when I dropped Natty at school, her friend Bella bounced up to me, beaming from ear to ear and proudly holding a large pink envelope aloft.  On the front, it simply said 'Natty', written in her own 5 year old hand.  Natty and I took the envelope and I asked what it was. Bella replied, "It's a birthday invitation."  From what I recall, there was much whooping and hugging all round.

You see, Natty attends mainstream school. And Bella is a gorgeous, bright, funny, confident, 'typically developing' girl in her class.

Immediately the birthday invite became a symbol to me.

Today we attended the party, and what a fabulous party it was. There were games and a disco and a soft play bit and a buffet Nigella would be proud of, tears, tantrums, party bags and even a glass of bubbles for the mums! 

But this is not the overriding, enduring image of the day for me.

I am sitting here with an picture in my head of Natty right at the front, joining in the game of musical statues.  Of her climbing through the soft play area without me on her tail.  Of her going up to the buffet with a plate in one hand and her friend Fin holding the other (he also happens not to have Down's Syndrome).  Of her saying thank you to the parents of her host before she left.

What I saw today was a little girl who was not completely identical to her peers, perhaps because of her speech, perhaps because she is head and shoulders shorter than them, but a little girl who took part in all the same activities and felt part of the group.  Not for one minute did I observe an outsider.  Not for one minute did I see her stand apart. And not for one minute did I see her classmates treat her with anything but love and respect.

I did observe that other little 5 year olds instinctively understand that she needs a little more time, or help, or translation.  But to them, this was just part of the party, part of daily life with Natty in their midst.

And suddenly I realised at once, that the full power of inclusion is a 2-way thing.  It's not just about our kids with special needs being accepted.  It's about a new generation growing up with others who are 'different' alongside them, learning acceptance.  It about all of us looking out for each other.  Our children give back something too. Every time someone cried today, Natty's radar was activated and she was by their side in seconds, comforting.  And they welcomed, wanted that comfort.

So, for me that party invite was a symbol of true inclusion.  I hope they never stop coming...


Read about how Natty celebrated her own 6th birthday with a party here in Natty's 6th Birthday.


Watch Natty's Mum tell friends and family what to say when a baby is born with a disability, here: 

Natty's 6th Birthday

Children's birthdays are wonderful yet emotionally complex markers of time for me.
I've decided therefore to do two posts about Natty's 6th birthday, and this is the light-hearted one about parties, presents, jelly, tutus, Pass the Parcel, friends and family....

This time last year when Natty was 5, her Dad was unfortunately working away. I did a simple party at home but it's hard to take pics and cook and organise games and stop kids crayoning on your walls and smile and enjoy all at the same time. It was a lovely day, but passed me by in a slight haze. Read about it here in An Unexceptionally Exceptional Birthday.

This year was very different. We had celebrations over 2 days. A mini tea party with just our immediate family on the day and a party for school friends at the weekend.

Mini celebration on Natty's birthday with simple cake number 1


Not only was Daddy Downs Side Up here, but Natty's big brother and his wife were visiting too. We had an army of help and it meant we could all enjoy the tiny details of the day.

A very happy birthday girl

For the first time I think Natty understood that her birthday was coming. She got excited and chatted about the party both before and after the event. I'm so happy that she clearly loved every minute of it. Pictures speak louder than words, so here they are...

Cheeky Monkey!

The birthday girl donned her favourite tutu and big sister  Mia set up a facepainting station for all the guests, starting with hearts for Natty.






















Natty then then painted some of her friends' faces before decorating her big brother and turning him onto a rosy-cheeked elf!

I adore the look of concentration and love here


No party would be complete without a selection of games: Pass the Parcel, Pin the Purse on the Mermaid, (please excuse my feeble art skills!), and every parent's favourite Sleeping Fish (there was a vague swimming theme), as well as colouring in a little thing that shrinks in the oven, doing your own puppet show and decorating your own party bag.

Pin the Purse on the Mermaid, Pass the Parcel and Puppet Show




The children were all beautifully behaved and worked together, instinctively allowing for each others differences; explaining, calming, comforting, dancing, laughing, hugging, cheering up, consoling, asking for help if necessary. Wonderful to see, and exactly how it should be.

When it was time, they sat down for tea. I decided to swap traditional party food, which is always more time consuming and costly than you think to prepare, for a starter of cubes of cheese, pineapple and grapes on sticks, then a bowl of pasta and  blitzed homemade veg and tomato sauce (so easy to knock up in advance) finished with mini trifles in cups (fruit and sponge with jelly, then custard and sprinkles). All so easy and enjoyed by the kids and when their parents picked them up they knew they had eaten a 'proper' dinner too.

But enough waffle about healthy birthday banquets... the main player in this stage of the party was... the much anticipated... CAKE!!!

The cake, the reaction and the fingers in the ears during the very loud singing!
I am no baker. It takes me a whole day to make a birthday cake, but having bought them in the past I have to say I prefer the shabbier looking variety that is infused with the secret ingredient - LOVE. Well, it was a swimming pool affair with splashing Peppa Pig and George amidst a bright blue jelly (What a to-do making that I can tell you! Many a night was spent consulting friends on Twitter to work out how to do it), complete with icing floats and lilos. It wasn't perfect, but it was 'good enough' to please the children. (Phew!)

And there you have it, another unexceptionally exceptional birthday, like many taking place in homes up and down the country every weekend.

Birthday parties are a wonderful time to see the joy of inclusion first hand, to see how our children just accept each other for who they are. It always means so much to me and I see what I was denied as a child growing up in a more segregated society where people with disabilities were hidden away. Read The Significance of the Birthday Party Invite for a light-hearted look at this.


An Unexceptionally Exceptional Birthday

Stevie Wonder – Happy Birthday
(The soundtrack to the day)


7.47pm  
One very happy 5 year old and her equally content 7 year old sister are sleeping soundly. 
Umpteen fabulous presents from dear friends and family have been ripped open.  Large badges with '5' were worn.
The sideboard is adorned with pretty cards. 
Many long distance phone calls have been received. Her Ladyship chatted to each and every one.


Mummy put the secret ingredient (l-o-v-e) into all the food.
We discovered that Taramasalata is not popular with little folk, even though it's pink.

Tails were pinned (well, Blu-taced) by little scarf-peeping cheats onto a donkey's bottom.  The parcel was passed, forfeits done, prizes excitedly received.  Parents were given a mid-party reprieve by some sleeping lions.
One nasty bump to the head was sustained and shrugged off.
A bit of a scramble ensued during the party bag distribution stage.


The kitchen is being tidied up by an exhausted Mummy with a smile on her face.
Precious memories have been made.


So, a beautiful birthday, a day like one you may have had yourself, not dissimilar to many that happen every day, all over the world.   It was unexceptional for all of that. 


Exceptional because it was our family, our friends, my strange choice in dips and my slightly ropey fairy toadstool cake. 

And truly wonderful because one little lady with Down's Syndrome celebrated her 5th birthday with her best friends from her mainstream class, all of them 'typically developing', and none of them giving her an ounce of special dispensation.