More Heroes

I wrote a post a few days ago entitled My Hero. The post was about my son, Zach and his ability to ask for help when he needs it.

What I have had the opportunity to realize over the past few days, with my husband away, is that I am surrounded by heroes. People who are ready to jump in and help because I am still very sick and doing my best to parent three busy boys on my own.

HeroHere are just a few of the heroes in my life at the moment;

  • My son Max for lifting, hauling, reaching things down off high shelves and for being the shoulder I can lean on
  • My mom for coming out last night to cook us dinner and get the kids to school this morning so I could go to Toronto and run a workshop this morning…and for making sure I am following up with the doctor on blood tests, chest x-rays and next steps in my health journey…and for always mothering me so tenderly
  • My dad for making the boys’ favourite stew and sending it out with mom last night (with lots of leftovers)
  • My neighbour John who is enthusiastically carting Zachary back and forth to the hockey arena for his games and practices
  • My friend Shelley who is calling with her support, her love, her coaching and her wisdom
  • My sister Margie who keeps calling to check in with her unconditional love, her big heart and her broad shoulder
  • My friend Cheryl who is on standby for anything I need (groceries, meals, kid care, a hug  etc.)
  • My husband who keeps calling to check in and stay as close to the boys as he can on the other side of the country
  • The moms who are banding together tomorrow to make sure Michael and Zach have a fabulous Halloween

Isn’t it extraordinary to know that there are so many heroes out there just waiting in the wings for a chance to flex their superpowers?

Feeling incredibly appreciative, loved and held! 🙂Tender Heart


High School Dance

Max is at his first high school dance tonight. I guess the school assumes that by holding the dance on a Wednesday night it will cut down on the partying.


I must say that I felt a little pang as I watched him leave the house tonight. High school dances were always so much fun!

How did I get to be 46-years-old with a kid in grade 10?

I mean, really!?! 🙂

My Hero

I have a bit of a Wonder Woman complex.

I can do it all.

Wonder WomanAnd not only can I do it all, I can do it better, faster, safer, more effectively and more efficiently than anyone else can.

And, for heaven’s sake, do not offer Wonder Woman any help…she simply does not need it!

This afternoon, I discovered that my adorable youngest son, Zachary, does not share my propensity for ‘heroic’ self-reliance.

Zachary coaches young skaters every Monday evening. Simon gently informed Zach this morning that, unfortunately, neither of us would be able to get him to the arena this afternoon so he would have to take a pass. When Zach got him from school, however, he was bound and bent that he was going to get himself to the arena.

And it took him less than ten minutes to make it happen.

Zach found the phone number he needed from our neighbour (who happens to be the convenor of his hockey league), called a mom that he barely knows (whose son is also a coach), and politely asked for a ride to the arena. Fifteen minutes later he was picked up and on his way with nary a backward glance.

Kid SuperheroWhere does this child come from?


As the car pulled away with a happy Zach in the back seat, I realized that I was absolutely mortified. I was so uncomfortable with Zachary asking a parent (that I have met only once) for help, it was all I could do to resist dragging myself off the couch to go fetch him from the arena myself.

Seriously, I would rather compromise my own health than ask for a relative stranger for a favour.

Oh dear, some Radical personal work required, I think.

It seems that this truly heroic ten-year-old has some invaluable lessons to teach me! 🙂

Round Two

After a great evening last night with our best friends and my sister and her husband, I awakened feeling absolutely crappy.

The pneumonia has made a comeback and, as of a visit to the on-call doctor this morning, I am on round two of antibiotics.

Totally bummed!

My extraordinary for today is that my husband has totally rallied and has taken exquisite care of me all day.

I may be bummed but I am also being tenderly nurtured by these amazing men I live with! xo:)

Man Cave

Caveman_remotecontrol_cIt is Saturday afternoon.

Max is out with some buddies and the other two are here with a friend of Michael’s. At the moment, the three boys are in the Man Cave playing a video game.

From the sounds of it they are having an absolute blast. The cheers, the shouts, and the trash-talking is so loud I can hardly hear myself think.

Thank goodness for the man cave! 🙂

My Extraordinary Mom

Just gotta share my latest mom story…

I am in Toronto for two days running workshops and, having been in bed for twelve days, it is a bit of a push.

I Love My MomMy mom phoned me yesterday afternoon because she was cruising around Union Station in Toronto to find the perfect place to pick me up from the train in the morning.

Mom didn’t want me to have to struggle onto the subway with my suitcase and use up all my energy for the day just getting to work. We agreed on a place and mom picked me up this morning and dropped me at work. She took my suitcase home with her and then met me after work with a cup of tea waiting for me in the car. She brought me home to her house where my darling dad was waiting. We just finished a delicious dinner of lentil, tofu and sweet potato and my cozy bed is just waiting for me to fall into.

In the morning, mom is going to take me back downtown and then meet me when I am done to take me back to the train station with my suitcase.

Am I cherished, or what?

Isn’t it extraordinary that at the age of 46, I am still so tenderly and lovingly nurtured by my Mommers?!?!? 🙂