Good morning sunshine.
I applied for this trip to DC through school. If I get it I will get to meet with Mount Holyoke alums working at the State Dept, Pentagon, White House, Congress, US Trade & Development, etc. I will go to 2 alum panels, and briefings at the World Bank and Pentagon, attend a VIP dinner and networking reception with alums in public service/government careers. It’s all expenses paid, including lodging, meals, and round trip transportation. There are 24 spots, I really want one.
Are you having a good weekend? What are you doing?
I’m reading about propaganda (for my propaganda and war class), the origins, uses both good and bad, evolution, how to recognize it when it is subtle. And I’ll be reading Game Change for a bit, and Strong Women (an anthology edited by George R.R. Martin with a prequel to Game of Thrones in it that was pretty good). I’ll probably start Fahrenheit 451 also for the propaganda class. Oh and maybe I will bake a little too.
Next weekend I’ll have an advance on my grant money so I can take Don to get some boy clothes and a backpack that isn’t pink and get The Doctor new sneakers. He is really looking forward to getting clothes that will feel more comfortable.
Still trying to make sure I use “he” but keep slipping…still not sure how to talk to The Doctor about this.
So it’s been awhile. I’ve been peeking in on you all but haven’t really sat down to post. I don’t know why.
Anyway, I figured I can share this here because you all are so awesome and I know it’ll be ok.
Donna..I’m going to have to change that..let’s go with Don. Has been dealing with some stuff that means our family is dealing with some stuff. A few months ago Don told us that she knows she isn’t a girl but that she doesn’t feel like a boy. She wasn’t sure what she was but was 100% sure she wasn’t a girl. But because she didn’t know where she belonged and our unwillingness to call her her “it” we stuck with the pronoun “she” but she asked for a haircut and had her hair buzzed off. We then saw the first smile that reached all the way to her eyes for the first time since all of the problems she had began. My heart ached for her because to deal with being bipolar and a life on meds to keep those awful cycles away isn’t hard enough but now to be uncertain about gender added to it and I knew my baby was having a really hard time.
That is until about 3 weeks ago. As matter of fact as if saying it’s raining we were asked to start referring to her as him. He said he is identifying as male. Ok, this isn’t a new topic. I have a very dear friend with a transgender child. There is a woman I know and think the world of who has undergone surgery to fix her body to match her true gender and I learned a lot following her journey. But I am having a hard time making my habitual way of speaking change. I have been saying she, her, daughter for 13 years. I am trying really hard to be aware but it slips out. And we are still trying to figure out how to explain the new words to use to The Doctor.
And then there is the practical issues. Clothes for example. All of the clothes he owns are girl clothes. Pinks and yoga pants and leggings. But until we get our grant money for the semester or tax refund we can’t do anything about it and it makes me feel so bad for him. And then he wants something to hide his breasts, and I don’t know where to begin. I think a phone call to my love Michele is going to be in order here. But for now I am getting this out in hopes of getting m it right and not hurting my child but doing right by him.
Jay is having a hard time getting his mind around his little girl now being his teenage son.
So there it is…
I made these last night for Bookclub gift swap. They are cinna-bacon-buns. That would be cinnabuns stuffed with bacon.
My little man wrote this before school this morning because he said if there is a 12 Wizarding Days of Christmas with Harry Potter stuff there should be a Doctor Who version. Not too shabby for an 8 year old.
On the first day of Christmas the Doctor gave to me a ride in the TARDIS.
On the 2nd day of Christmas Clara gave to me 2 living snowmen.
On the 3rd day of Christmas Amy gave to me 3 weeping angels.
On the 4th day of Christmas Wilfred gave to me 4 knocks on the door.
On the 5th day of Christmas Rose gave to me 5 plastic Mickeys.
On the 6th day of Christmas Martha gave to me 6 Judoon guards.
On the 7th day of Christmas Donna gave to me 7 Adipose.
On the 8th day of Christmas Rory gave to me 8 strange cubes.
On the 9th day of Christmas Davros gave to me 9 killer Daleks.
On the 10th day of Christmas the Master gave to me 10 Toclafane.
On the 11th day of Christmas Mickey gave to me 11 spinning trees.
On the 12th day of Christmas Sarah Jane gave to me 12 Mr. Smiths.
I’ve been buried in research material for my HUGE paper but as of this moment I am done and my last day of class for the semester is tomorrow. Then I am free for FIVE WHOLE WEEKS!!!
Eight years ago today I was startled out of a deep sleep by my water breaking. I woke up Jay (who didn’t drive at the time) and thought I could drive us to the hospital since I wasn’t in pain. So off we go and wouldn’t you know it, half way there and the pain begins with a kick in the…. Well we made it without crashing and fast forward to today and The Doctor is 8. I’ve spent 8 years being the mom to a little boy who never gives up, always has a kind word to give, loves to laugh, is sometimes hard to reach, worries if there’s something wrong with him, can talk Star Wars and Doctor Who with the best of them, and is the most amazing little boy I know. I’m so very lucky to be his mom. It hasn’t been easy but it has been wonderful! Happy birthday to my superhero!!