So I’m sitting in my bed feeling fairly crabby, and really not interested in writing – although I had every intention of doing so. I am reading people’s work, I am considering watching some back episodes on my iPad. Then my son starts hacking. If you know me, then you know my son sleeps with me. If you don’t know me, now you know my son sleeps with me, he’s 7. I once wondered in a post; when it would stop. Trust me, that was tongue-in-cheek. This is why it won’t stop.
I hesitate to call my son special needs, because what does that mean really? I don’t think it’s fair to all of the other kids out there who are truly handicapped, are autistic, have issues that are crippling and unexplainable.Yet my son has special needs. Tonight as he slept peacefully beside me as I surfed on my iPad, all was quiet. We are on the tail-end of a severe environmental allergy induced cold that turned into asthma fairly quickly. This time of year – that is par-for-the-course. Tonight, all of a sudden, his peaceful sleep and my crabbiness, were interrupted by a fit of nasty hacking. Hacking that I knew if I didn’t get under control would turn into puking – like it did two nights ago. I begin by rubbing his back, I don’t want to shock him into waking up. Sometimes just getting him to shift positions is all it takes. Not tonight. He continues with the coughing every minute or so, and I wait and watch. Is it slowing down? No, it’s not. If I don’t do something he’s gonna puke and we’re going to have another late night of bed-sheet changes and showers. So I rub his back a little more intensely and whisper to him, “Baby, baby, can I get you some of that purple medicine? Sweetie, can you hear me? Can I give you some purple medicine?” He barely opens his eyes and whispers, “Yeah.” This is a serious change from last year, last year it was always a battle. Once the cognitive abilities grow, things change – he gets it now. He knows this medicine will make him feel better, will let him sleep.
I go to the kitchen and get the medicine and a glass of water. I come back and think he’s still asleep, but I know it doesn’t matter, he must take the medicine. So I whisper “Baby, here’s your medicine. Come on baby, sit up so you can take your medicine.” He rolls over and sits up, and he says to me, “Mom, did you know in Temple of the Sun, Professor Calculus says he never wants to be in any type of Hollywood production such as this again?” He’s laughing. (This is from the Tin Tin series.) I agree that it is silly. I say “Take the medicine, boo.” He takes it, no problem. I hand him the water and he makes me hold it; so of course I spill some. “Mom, look, you spilled. You are always confounding things.” My boo. I love him, and I love his big words. He’s still coughing, so I grab the inhaler that lives next to the bed, and he does his two rounds. He smiles really big at me, I kiss him, and he rolls over and falls right back to sleep.
Sometimes I think about the challenges he faces. He has sensory processing disorder; so he’s loud, he’s in your face, he’s extremely uncomfortable around noise, lots of people, rooms that are too dark, rooms that are too bright , he can only wear soft clothes with no tags and he still won’t eat anything creamy. He has a tic disorder that so far is considered a-typical, because although it is like Tourette’s, it is not Tourette’s. It get’s worse when he watches TV, it get’s worse when he’s nervous or excited. He has 13 food allergies, 10 of which are anaphylactic (meaning he can die). He is allergic to every environmental thing you can test for. Everything – even our Lilac trees, the cause of this week’s episode. He has allergy induced asthma. He is allergic to the cold (cold urticaria) and he is allergic to heat (cholinergic urticaria). He has controlled eczema, but that means it rears its ugly head when there is the least bit of irritation.
BUT, but…. he is perfectly normal.
When I think of what I would expect from a kid like this, I think of a kid like Millhouse from The Simpsons. Simpering, sniffling, sickly, scared of everything.
Have you met my son?
There is not a more adventurous, humorous, nerve-wracking boy on the planet. His vocabulary is spectacular, every adult he ever meets remembers him FOREVER. I can’t tell you how many people say hello to him in the grocery store, people I have no recollection of meeting before, but he also remembers EVERYTHING. They call it an eidetic memory, it’s connected to events and sensory experiences. Every person who works at every bank, grocery store, pharmacy, doctor’s office, wants to talk to Isaiah. They want to know what he’s up to, and man his stories always exceed expectations. All you have to do is go to my YouTube to see for yourself. There is a very small sampling of his antics, only because I am too lazy and tired to upload more. But there is SO MUCH MORE.
This is why I blog. I blog because I don’t know what special needs is. I know what special needs my son has. I know that his life is more fragile than the average child. I know that my fear does not help him. I know that creating drama around his issues does not help him. I also know that as a homeschooling mom of a child with the personality of 10 stand-up comics I need an outlet. As a one-time photographer, novel writer – but not finisher, I needed to create; but I also needed to share. I need to share with mom’s starting down any of the paths I am on with Isaiah, that everything is OK, don’t panic, don’t create drama, this is not about you. I want to tell people you can be strong, and life can still be fun and as the mom or dad of a kid with any one of these issues; you still deserve your own life. And so I blog.
I blog because…
Thank you lovely ladies for making me write even when I didn’t want to.
It’s not okay. We always say, “We will never forget.” But will we forget if it means we still get to wear our favorite perfume or carry our ultra-hip handbag? Will we forget because we love to see the celebrity A-listers in Chanel Couture; because Anne Hathaway looks amazing in her Chanel Gown? And Anne would NEVER wear something made by a Nazi Collaborator, right? Wrong.
It’s 2013, do you remember this? Did it cross your radar? In 2011 this story was all over the newspapers and journals. From The NY Times to The London Times; The New Yorker had an amazing story. This wasn’t a hoax, it wasn’t some made-up rantings of a Chanel hater, this happened. The documents were uncovered by Hal Vaughan when he wasn’t even looking. He found them by sheer accident! Letters, court records, official documents; once he saw the name “Chanel” in a document he barely had to dig to uncover the truth.
Coco Chanel hated the Jews, she was a known anti-Semite and quite vocal about it. She apparently felt that the Jewish women who worked in her shop, were ruining her by demanding fair wages. Sometime around 1936 she closed up her shop, allowing her to pay all of her workers back – by firing them. And soon became involved with Hans Gunther von Dincklage, a German Operative in Military Intelligence. This allowed her to stay in Paris at the Ritz, which at the time was occupied only by those high up in the German Military. Now she had secured her position in society and also secured herself the position of Agent F 7124; codename: Westminster. I can’t make this stuff up people. This is all public record.
It is not under dispute that Coco Chanel was a Nazi agent, chosen specifically by Heinrich Himmler to negotiate with Winston Churchill because of her stature and acquaintance with him. In 1941 she committed herself to working with the German’s and worked directly with General Walter Shellenberg, chief of SS intelligence. Here is the pay dirt; he was convicted during the Nuremberg trials, however “he was released due to incurable liver disease and took refuge in Italy. Chanel paid for Schellenberg’s medical care and living expenses, financially supported his wife and family and paid for Schellenberg’s funeral upon his death in 1952.”* Why would she do that for someone she didn’t know? For a known Nazi criminal?
Chanel only cared about her business, fame and money. She didn’t care how she got it, and whose backs broke to get there. This poor orphan grew up to build an empire; no one would take it from her! She would maintain her fame and stature at the price of 6,000,000 lives.
In 1941 Coco used her position as an “Aryan” to make an attempt at gaining complete control of her parfum empire. The proprietor of Parfums Chanel was Pierre Wertheimer, he was Jewish. She filed documents asking for a ruling on disposition of financial Jewish assets. “Her grounds for proprietary ownership were based on the claim that Parfums Chanel ”is still the property of Jews” and had been legally “abandoned” by the owners” * She did not know that the Jewish owners had already put the company in the name of a Christian friend and were safely in America.
”A lot of people in this world don’t want the iconic figure of Gabrielle Coco Chanel, one of France’s great cultural idols, destroyed. This is definitely something that a lot of people would have preferred to put aside, to forget, to just go on selling Chanel scarves and jewelry.”
And the frightening thing is; they have forgotten. My mother, born in Israel in 1939 because her parents were fleeing the Nazi’s, wears Chanel no.5 every day. So did my Grandmother, whose closest cousin committed suicide by jumping into the Seine when the Germans marched into Paris, rather than be captured. Recently PBS re-ran their interview with Hans Vaughan, I asked my mom if she knew about this, she didn’t. She said hesitatingly, “I guess I have to stop wearing Chanel.” She didn’t.
Evil is alive and well in this world, and do you know how we know it is? We know because of how easily and conveniently we forget about the evil perpetuated on people, countries, religions. What happened to the American Flags we all flew after 9/11? Now Park – 51, also known as the Mosque at Ground Zero, is being built. We prefer not to remember the massacre of 6,000,000 people, 1,000,000 of whom were children, so that we can wear our parfum, sunglasses, handbags. What is that if not evil? Evil does not stare us in the face and dare us to cross to the other side. Evil is insidious, it starts by saying “Is this one little thing that bad? I mean, it’s not like you did anything.” That’s right, you didn’t do anything.
*Hans Vaughan and Wikipedia other sources include the BBC, The New York Times and The New Yorker.
This post was stewing in my mind, then brought forth by the timely question asked for this week’s Theme Thursday: Does Evil Exist?
My recollections of Rikki are vivid though dreamlike. I remember her sitting in the back seat of a car, clutching a neatly-folded piece of paper. Now she’s leaving – she’s running from something. I am a little afraid for her because he doesn’t want her to leave. I feel twisted and torn because it’s so beautiful I can’t walk away. But it still scares me a little because I don’t understand. Ahhh, a sigh of relief. She’s going home.
When she gets home, I imagine her sitting on a white-shag carpet playing Candyland. It’s surreal: I can’t see whom she’s playing with. Now, she is sitting at a desk writing a letter. A letter to herself.
Oh, isn’t it so pretty and melancholy? Now she’s leaving. He tells her that’s okay, but he doesn’t sound like it is. He wants her to change her mind, you know; he wants her to understand that his number… it’s the only one she wants. It’s all so perfect, in my insides it feels perfect, and I just know she’ll feel better when she get’s home.
I don’t want Rikki to lose that number either. And I don’t want the music to ever end. This was my very first favorite song. I would sit with my headphones on, listening to it play over and over. I had every word memorized, even if I had no idea what they meant. As a four-year old, I heard it for the first time in the back of my dad’s car. I imagined myself as Rikki, holding on to that little piece of paper, knowing that no matter what I did, I could not lose it.
Thank goodness this was Steely Dan’s first song to make it to #4 on the 1974 billboard chart. It’s constant play on the radio washed over me, pulling me into Rikki’s world, baptizing me into the world of Steely Dan. It kindled my life-long love of this band with a desire to learn what made these musicians with the weird lyrics tick. And when the faintest of faint, opening notes of “Rikki Don’t Lose That Number” begin, everything falls away, and that same dream of Rikki is as clear as it was almost 40 years ago.
Rikki Don’t Lose That Number by Steely Dan
Whoa, doggy! You met this guy/girl and he/she’s awesome, you are finally in a committed/casual relationship. It’s been a magical 5 days, and then all of a sudden; Nothing. No return phone calls – you only left 32 messages. You’ve texted at least 100 times, where is he/she? You even tried Facebook, but there must be something wrong, it says you’re blocked. That can’t be right. He/She has left you no choice; the only thing left to do is to make a mixtape. You’re going to make it perfectly clear to him/her that he/she belongs with you, and leaving was a mistake. (Although you secretly believe nothing is wrong and this is just some sort of mix-up.) At the very least, let’s get back together. Please?
As Music Director of this lovely show; I love when people play along. I enjoy reading your choices as much as I enjoy putting mine together. So come on down! If you’re feeling extra PLUCKY, put your own post together and LINK RIGHT UP, I’ve finally put a Linky in! The rules are loosey goosey, so try to follow along. If you are going to LINK-UP there must be MUSIC in your post. Go for 5: Five songs if you can make it happen, give or take, no one’s counting. Give us a little back story or don’t – we love hearing the music either way. Try and check out your fellow mix-masters, we all love to spread a little happiness about. Finally, SHARE! Tweet, Facebook, G+ whatever you do, the more people who come to visit the more everyone get’s to play!
My Co-Host Kristi from Finding Ninee does her own super special version. A story, silly drawings and a song! Click anywhere you see her name and a link, and you’ll Move On Down to her post. She’s also in the Linky; so give her some love, and all the other linkers too!
Next week’s Mix will be a treat for us all! It’s an All-Skate! The Top 5 Songs You Jam to in Your Car, windows down, singing your heart out!
You Belong To ME
The title track of this mix tape is You Belong To Me by The Doobie Brothers. I chose the Doobie’s Version because, let’s face it, Michael McDonald’s voice is like butter. Lest you think this is a cover song, here’s a Factoid: This song was actually written by Michael McDonald AND Carly Simon.
Now really, who would leave this guy? And he’ll do WHATEVER you want if you’ll just stay with him!
Factoid: Al Greene came from a very religious family and was kicked out of his house in his teens for listening to Jackie Wilson. Factoid 2: In 1976 Al Green (now without the E) became a fully ordained minister – after a wake-up call. He is still one today, preaching right down the street from Graceland.
“If you feel like leaving, you know you can go, but why don’t you wait until tomorrow? If you want to be freeeeee, you know, all you have to do is say so.” I’m guessing she’s been saying that Daryl, or you wouldn’t be writing this song.
Factoid: (Not to shoot myself in the foot.) Apparently Daryl wrote this song for his collaborator/girlfriend. Sara clearly had no intention of leaving, they were together for 28 years until they broke-up in 2001, but since you didn’t know that until now, it still counts. Factoid 2: He also co-wrote songs with her sister Janna, the most famous being Kiss on My List.
I didn’t know that a girl like you could make me feel so sad, Rosanna. I never thought that losing you could ever hurt so bad.
Factoid: this song is NOT, in fact, about Rosanna Arquette. While it is true that the keyboard player was dating her at that same time, he did not write the song, it was merely a song based on many relationships. The band did nothing to dissuade the public from making their assumptions, finding the whole thing amusing. Factoid 2: The drummer from Toto, Jeff Porcaro, died in 1992; he and his brother founded Toto. However, well before Toto’s inception, he was already one of the most recorded drummers in history. Playing with a host of musicians, such as Steely Dan, Boz Scaggs, Pink Floyd, Paul Simon, Stan Getz, and that doesn’t even scratch the surface! Michael Jackson made a dedication to him in the liner notes of HIStory: Past Present and Future. He died, at 38, by accidentally inhaling the insecticide he was spraying on his lawn. His career is fascinating. Click his name to learn a little more. (p.s. any band that can jam this hard to a song they recorded 20 years earlier, has my undying loyalty.)
Could there be a more classic song of desperation when a someone you love takes that love away?
Factoid: Although the song may be more well-known to some of you youngsters as part two of Soft Cell’s Tainted Love/Where Did Our Love Go (both of which are cover songs) this song was The Supreme’s first #1 hit; staying in that position for two weeks. Since then it has been covered over 16 times. Even J. Geils did it before Soft Cell.
And if you love these songs so much you must have them on iTunes click here:
You Belong to Me – The Very Best of the Doobie Brothers (Remastered)
You Belong to Me (Single Version) – Reflections – Carly Simon’s Greatest Hits
Let’s Stay Together – Al Green: Greatest Hits
Sara Smile – The Very Best of Daryl Hall & John Oates (Remastered)
Rosanna – Toto IV
Where Did Our Love Go – Number 1′s: Diana Ross & The Supremes
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Rockin it with my favorite co-host; MC Mommee & Tunin Tuck
She needed air and answers. Remembering an old drugstore/soda fountain downstairs, she grabbed the keys and tested the creaky stairs. The Louisiana afternoon slammed into her. She breathed the humid air deep into her lungs to acclimate. Two doors down she stepped into a store frozen in time. The bell on the door tinkled; dust swirled and sparkled in the sun’s rays that had forced themselves through the holes in the awning. A rumbling, kind voice said, “How can I help you today ma’am?” She raised her head to respond, and watched his face transform. He was seeing a ghost.
This post was written for 100 word song. A meme where you have 7 days to write something, anything inspired by a specific song in 100 words or less. My story is a continuation of the post from last week. It’s fun to not be in control of where the story will go. I let the song take me where it will. To read were the story of CiCi started click here. I can’t thank Lance at My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog enough, for pushing this writer to write. If you’d like a push too, all are warmly welcomed!
This week’s song is “Sweethearts” by Camper Van Beethoven. I really encourage you to play. It is so much fun once you get started!