
RISE UP TUESDAY!
The secret to happiness: Lift another with a cheerful heart.

RISE UP TUESDAY!
The secret to happiness: Lift another with a cheerful heart.

RISE UP MONDAY!
If it’s worth going after, it’s going to be hard. That is why we have something called friends.

RISE UP FRIDAY!
There are so many little things to be grateful for. Life is really quite miraculous.

RISE UP THURSDAY!
Each moment is a new opportunity. A new opportunity to wonder, to awe, to experience, to savor the privilege of being in the moment itself.
I never plan rest days. Ever. It’s probably against the “rules.” 7 days a week, I plan to run and/or cross train. I have every workout written in my calendar. But here’s the thing…rest days find me. 1-2 days a week like clockwork. I don’t need to exert any effort to find them. All I need is to know my schedule like the back of my hand, then be flexible with it. Today for example, the plan was to run 70 minutes easy. Cool. No prob. I have it blocked off in my planner. Just enough time to get home from work, change, get out the door, run, get home in time to meet Katherine and Wil after school, get dinner together, then pick up Elizabeth from basketball. I’m driving home from work, thinking about the route I want to take and then I get a call from Wil’s school. Uh-oh. Wil hasn’t wanted to work most of the day. He won’t get on the school bus. He’s refusing to move. Can I come pick him up? Of course. He had a rough week last week too, which I attributed to his congestion. But now that his congestion is gone, we are at a loss as to what is holding him down. I pick up Wil, start to get dinner ready then receive a call from Wil’s endocrinologist we saw yesterday for his hypothyroidism. His thyroid levels are low. Bingo! I’m hoping this is the culprit for his sluggish behavior. The doc has already ordered his new dose. Dash out to pick up new meds, then soon off to pick up Elizabeth at basketball.
And there it is. Unplanned rest day. 70 minute run is rescheduled for Saturday or Sunday because those are my easy run days this week (tomorrow is a long run, Thursday is cross-train and Friday is speedwork.)
So I’m scheduled, but I’m also not. It’s probably not how Rocky did it, but at the end of the day, as long as we find our own way to climb the Rocky staircase, that’s what counts the most.


RISE UP WEDNESDAY!
It’s a great day to have a great day.

RISE UP TUESDAY!
Today we give thanks for chocolate milk and bendy straws.

RISE UP MONDAY!
There are those that invite us to share in their wonder of life and there we discover the lines of our limited realities begin to blur, then disappear altogether.
There are all kinds of sayings about “You rise to the level of those you surround yourself with.” It’s one thing to “know” something, it’s another all together to do it. I can not tell you how the quality of my life has changed since I put that into practice. I fell into it by accident when Wil came into our lives. Much of what I knew about Down syndrome was negative. Or if it was positive, it was a very broad, empty positive. Meaning, I couldn’t get a grasp on it. I heard things like, “But he will always be happy.” Ok, but what does that look like? Will he just walk around smiling all the time? Like, what the heck does that mean? I want to know if he will walk, if he will talk. What about his sisters? What about my marriage? What about his adulthood? Don’t give me this happy stuff. I need something to hold on to. I needed something concrete. I’m not talking about a crystal ball or a promised future. None of us have that. I just want to know what this day-to-day life will look like. I needed a picture; a real life snap-shot to hold on to. So I went out to find it.
I learned about our local Ds support group and went to a family meeting when Wil was a month old. When I walked in, I saw exactly what I needed. A group of little 3 to 4 year-old kids, running around the room and playing just like any other 3 to 4 year-olds would. Except they all had Down syndrome. I instantly started to cry. I wasn’t sad. I was very overwhelmed. All the reality I wanted, that I was searching for, was instantly upon me. It was just like, “BAM, this is your new life.”
The parents in the room all walked over to me. They commented on how adorable Wil was, and how it’s hard to understand now, but I will love this life. And I sat down with these parents, and they talked about potty-training, and visual learning, and all kinds of other things. Then they laughed about the little idocyncrasies our kids have and I knew I was in exactly the right place. I would need time to take it all in, but these parents held what I was looking for. This was my snapshot, my picture. It was not a crystal ball, but it was a place where I knew I would have the support I needed as I made my way forward. These parents saw the realities as they were, but also laughed and shared openly with another. They viewed life in terms of solutions and support, not in terms of vague promises or negativity.
I can’t look to the past, or what was “supposed” to happen. Or past harms or past hurts. I need to look at right now. Who is the best I can be right now? Sometimes that is a lot of work, and sometimes it just works. I never quite know but that is what keeps life exciting. There is always a place to jump from one platform to another higher platform. Life is anything but stagnant. As my life changes, so have I. Quite a bit, actually. There are some who have been upset with me “changing.” I understand, I get it. By nature, a lot of us like things to fit in their neat compartments in our minds. But heck, my life has changed quite a bit, and I have changed with it. I find that fact quite exciting.
Life does not leave anyone untouched. And you know what, I’m so happy I have a child with Down syndrome. He really is happy, too, but it has nothing to do with him being “happy all the time” because I can assure you he is not. He feels a myriad of emotions and is not shy to express them. He is happy because he loves who he is. When we talk about him having Down sydnrome, he just says, “I know” and moves on with what he was doing. As we move into the teenage years, we will likely have more in-depth conversations about this, but that’s ok. I have amazing support, and I love my son. We will make it through and we will make it through stronger and better for it. I have the strong friends that have overcome so very, very many difficult challenges. Just to know these friends gives me strength that I can do this too. These friends, who could choose to be bitter, are some of the most compassionate and grateful people I know.
When I gave away the idea that life is supposed to be easy, and decided that life is a place to learn from and grow, and surrounded myself with people that believe the same, that is the day my life changed for the better and continues to do so.
I don’t need a crystal ball or even want one. I just need something concrete I can hold on to. And that concrete fact is, ironically, that life will always change, and I have the power to change with it. Continue to fly high, friends!


RISE UP FRIDAY!
Our silly, little quirks are often our greatest strengths.