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Running Shoes. Just click your heels twice.

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Alright, I’ll give it to you straight, I have spent the last couple of hours emptying my heart onto this page, split it wide open, raw, maybe too raw. So I proofed it, questioned it, changed it, proofed it again and it just doesn’t feel like its ready to be shared. What I will share with you is the last couple of paragraphs…

“Later that night I laced up. I knew that the one thing that would smooth my edges would be to put on my running shoes and just work it out, physically, just let it all go.

My running shoes have come to represent so much for me. It doesn’t matter if I walk in them or run in them, heck I can just put them on and they change how I feel.

They offer me a moment to myself, a moment where I don’t have to explain, or share… just be. The only fight is between me and myself. Nothing to prove. I can cry if I want to and blame my teary eyes on the wind 😉 

I can just run it out.

When I won my first pair of running shoes it was as if I was holding Dorothy’s red slippers. A feeling like that is to be shared, duplicated, given…to others.

I have no doubt that every time a Mom laces up a pair of running shoes they will feel the magic that they hold. What a beautiful way to not only help, but to empower.”

I believe in Heart Strides. I hope you will to. Please follow the links below to find out how you can help support our efforts, help moms lace up for life.

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Remember this…

ImageOne of my new favorite quote images. I’m staying the course, getting ready for the JDRF ride in Aug. Sharing my post from my other blog, Miles4Moms, simply because I am running out of time, getting ready for a dear friend to arrive and looking forward to her visit. She knows we live in this house but it’s pretty lived in and I need to get cleaning! Enjoy your weekend and thanks for stopping by.

http://miles4moms.wordpress.com/2013/06/07/you-are-going-to-fall/

We are all connected…Heart Garland

DSCN1135I wasn’t sure what we would tell Logan and Zoe, much less the details of the tragic events. So, when Zoe asked me if someone was shot at a school, well, I was a bit rattled. My parenting skills skipped town, my heart ached and my mind raced searching for answers.

She had overheard some parents talking after school while she was practicing cartwheels with her friends. I love Zoe for her attentiveness, but in this moment I had only wished that she had been more distracted by the giggling of her friends than the tears of a mother.

In the end we talked with Logan and Zoe about what happened at Sandy Hook. It was not easy, trying to find the words to explain to them about the depth of it all without scaring them or adding worry to their thoughts.

We left the conversation feeling that we had covered what needed to be covered, though more than we had anticipated. As the weekend rolled along there were other moments when it resurfaced, innocently giving Zoe a glimpse of what had happened. The front page of a newspaper laying on a table at Panera’s. An overwhelmed mother talking with her friend near the kids Christmas movies at Target. In that particular moment I couldn’t react fast enough to get Zoe away from the conversation, leading to me giving the other Mom the ‘stink-eye’ with a “What are you doing?!!” glare.

It was in the car that the conversation transpired, Zoe wondering how someone could be so ‘mean’, How could they hurt those kids? Why did he go to the school? Why? Why? Why? Logan sat quietly in the seat next to her, I watched their faces, my heart ached for those families and I could see my children struggling with it all, internally, externally, searching.

As we talked about it, I wanted them to remember that there is always something that can be done. We all want to turn back time and save those children and families from heartache and loss. But we can’t, so what do we do? As a society, that’s up to us, the adults, that’s not what this moment was about. It was about helping my children feel safe and showing them to keep putting good back in the world, to remind them how much good is out there and that together we can help each other heal. It doesn’t have to be a grand gesture, what’s most important is that it is a heartfelt, loving one.

It all felt so ‘big’, what to do, how to help. My own mind raced with thoughts about the families, the children, the community. There were no words to express the range of emotions that we were all feeling, trying to grab onto whatever it is that keeps us centered.

While searching for ways to translate it all to my seven and nine year old, I tried to explain to them that sometimes when there is a big crack in the pavement you have to fill in the all of the little cracks first. That all of the little things help fix the big things. I could see their bodies relax, their faces soften as they eased back into their seats.

I asked them what would make them feel better if this would have happened to our family. They both said hugs first and then as we talked about our family blog and how we have been sending out hearts to raise awareness for T1D they shouted out, we could send hearts!! Perfect I thought, something that they could do and it would help them feel like they had control of what was happening.

I wasn’t at all surprised when they started asking if they could ask their friends and family to send hearts too. Hmmmmm…I explained that it might be a little tricky because for many reasons, and good ones, not everyone will have the same information about what happened, so we might want to just ask a few people to join us. They were persistent and truly believed that others would want to join us, so I sent out a few e-mails, shared with a few friends and you know, they were right.

As the names started to pour in, I thought to myself, “Kids have it right, they blurt things out, they cut to the chase and they speak from the heart, no filters”, though sometimes I wish they had a little bit of filter, like when we are in the check-out line and they suggest that the lady should use the white stuff that I use for her mustache.

At first we thought to just send a box of hearts, then there were so many names we thought to make a garland of hearts. A collection of love, thoughts and prayers sent together, strung together by one ribbon, feels right. We are all connected, a garland would be perfect.

In a short amount of time we have received over 200 names and they keep coming. They have come from all over the United States, Canada, India, Australia, Japan and Guatemala.

So, join us! We invite you to send your name, city, and state to be added to one of our hearts. (It doesn’t have to be your full name, whatever you feel comfortable with, though we would like to add a location to show support from all over, not just from where we are from).

Feel free to share this post with friends and family, we’ll be taking names until Dec. 25 at Midnight (MST). All you need to do is leave your info. here or you can e-mail it to me at ddricke@gmail.com. We’ll make sure that your love and good vibes are added to our garland, and we’ll be sure to post a photo of the garland when it is completed.

Thank you for considering it and for sharing it. I am grateful to all of those that have contributed in helping this parenting moment slowly shift from a very difficult conversation to a movement of love and kindness. We look forward to adding you to our family of hearts! and since we can’t hug everyone as Logan and Zoe so eagerly suggested, we send you hugs from here, may we all continue to move forward in kindness and grace.

Crossroads

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I have been enjoying some time to myself working on future posts and projects for 2013. Though lately I’ve been a little frustrated, well, because in the midst of my creative fury something always seems to push its way to the top of the list, shouting “No, wait! Wait! Me first!“. Leaving me scrambling.

It happened again this morning. I was at my desk, basking in the quiet while working on some hearts to be mailed out this week.* I was sitting there thinking “hearts, hearts, red hearts, white hearts, cute hearts, paper hearts” in a Dr. Seuss kind of way and then BAM! “What are you going to do with your life?“. Whoa, that’s a bit heavy. What happened to “hearts, hearts, hearts?”.

I was feeling a little perplexed about this crossroads that I seem to be at all of a sudden. It felt so abrupt. It was like being a passenger in a car and the driver suddenly stops and they swing their arm out in front of you so you don’t go flying forward. It felt like that.

Swirls of thoughts, ideas, and a few concerns, bumping into each other in my already tired mind. I plod through them trying to decide which ones need my attention first and which ones really don’t need my attention at all.

My head starts to hurt and I decide that I honestly don’t know what this sudden surge in thought is all about. Maybe it’s the angst of the year coming to an end and the excitement of a new one starting. Maybe, just maybe, I am TOTALLY freaked out that my 1/2 Marathon is only 5, yes I said 5, weeks away!! Now is not the time for me to doubt anything. Or, maybe it’s just too much coffee, sometimes when I get to over-analyzing myself I realize I’m just over-caffeinated. It’s as simple as that. But not today.

I sit there. My mind racing while ‘what iffing’ myself into a tizzy. Then I realize, although uncomfortable at the moment, I am exactly where I should be. Ta-dah! The angels sing. How profound and magical. Not to poke-fun at these moments of epiphany, but some days are like that, I struggle, I exaggerate, my mind leads me too far from my path, causing me to panic, question, doubt. Then something clicks, I let go, I trust, and magically my internal knowing catches up with my external wondering, they shake hands and make a deal. I breathe deep and move on.

I put the scissors down, push back in my chair and take a deep breath. I grab my coffee cup and laugh, well lookey there, it says, “Trust the Process”.

Wherever you are today, whatever decisions you have to make, whatever dreams you are planning to live, I hope that you too can find that moment where you let go and trust the process.

Thanks for taking the time to catch up with us today, and for letting me have a little corner of this blog to think out loud. It’s always about T1D, but today it was a little bit more, and I appreciate your listening.

Slow down. Calm down. Don’t worry. Don’t hurry. Trust the process.

~Alexandra Stoddard

*Thank you by the way, we have had 849 views on our YouTube video, that is amazing!! We could never have done this without YOU!.

And…if you are wondering, I bought this fabulous mug at Barnes & Noble, but you can also order them online from The Universe Knows, they have some great stuff, take a peek…

http://www.theuniverseknows.com/index.cfm/product/198_25/trust-the-process.cfm#.UL6dtWf4KJI

School Days

Lgoan's first day of schoolI came across this photo the other day while looking through an old file marked “diabetes stuff”. It is a picture of Logan’s first day of school, only about a month after his T1D diagnosis. He was a little under three and a half years old. It made me realize how far we have come as a family and it also made me think “Was he really that little when he was diagnosed?”

It’s not the beginning of a school year, but it’s always a good time to revisit resources that provide helpful information to make the transition to school easier when it comes. It’s also a good time to think about how things are going in the current year and if there is anything that needs to be addressed.

We have had different experiences every start of a school year, not one has been the same so we continue to learn and adjust as we go along. All schools are different, and all children are different so there isn’t one best way to approach it, though I would say that diplomacy can be a good skill to have.

D-Mom’s are different too, and sometimes it’s hard not to let our emotions get the best of us when we are feeling frustrated in the middle of a 504 meeting or when we are butting heads with a faculty or staff member. (A side note- I was in the middle of getting my Special Ed teaching license prior to moving to Colorado. I have been on both sides of the fence and every situation is unique, in which I believe they should be treated that way. I write this entry from the perspective of me, the parent, the mom…the Mama Bear ;)).

This reminds me of a time when we were feeling challenged by a school situation. It was a combination of things and we were trying to sift through them to figure out which one should be addressed first, though the lack of regard for the seriousness of T1D was at the top of our list. Let it be known that it wasn’t everyone that we encountered at school that felt this way, only a few, but sometimes it only takes a few.

On the morning of the first day of school, we took Logan’s supplies in, and sent him on his way. Later that day we had to stop by with some paperwork and we found Logan in the hallway, all by himself. We asked him where he was going and he seemed a little confused. At first I thought it was because of his new schedule, but then I realized that it was his blood sugar. We took him into the health room and he was 42! Talk about emotional, I was irate. I looked at my husband and said through a clenched smile, “You’ll have to be the one to talk to someone about this because I am so mad that it will be completely unproductive“.

After getting Logan’s blood sugar back in range and getting him back to class, my husband talked with the staff. There had been some confusion as to when and who was going to check Logan’s blood sugar. I truly believe that it was never intentional, but it did not stop me from being angry. I don’t like to be angry, it doesn’t feel good and nothing is ever resolved. So instead of being angry I became even more diligent in making sure that everyone knew exactly when and where Logan would have his blood sugar checked, mind you that is why we have the 504 meeting, to make sure everyone knows what is going on and who is responsible for his care. It is a legal document.

We have experienced all types of scenarios in a school environment, what we have learned over and over is not to let your emotions get in the way and to make sure the roads of communication are open and working. It takes everyone’s involvement and active participation to make sure all goes as planned, and if doesn’t go as planned, then to know what to do in that scenario as well.

Both the JDRF and the ADA websites have some wonderful resources and tips on working with your child’s school. Every situation will be different, you will be able to take the information and apply it to your own personal situation.

We have experienced situations in school where the staff is very open about us advocating and have allowed Logan talk to his classmates about T1D and then we’ve had situations where the school preferred that we didn’t share the information. However it may work out for you and your family, always trust that the right people will be there to help you along the way, and most of the time, they are the ones that you would least suspect.

http://www.jdrf.org/index.cfm?page_id=103461

http://www.diabetes.org/living-with-diabetes/parents-and-kids/diabetes-care-at-school/