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The ultimate denial

October 29, 2014

I’ve been suffering big time, people. As those of you who listen to me on the Pat&JT Show know, my husband of 15 glorious years came down with a nasty bug.

A few sniffles turned into a round of sneezes, which turned into coughing, then inconsolable moans and groans, and finally a fever spike.

Before I knew it, Ryan morphed into Roz from Monster’s Inc.

sssiiiiccckkk

He is sssiiiiccckkk.

To his credit, Ryan’s pretty much weathering out this storm on his own…asking for nothing, grateful for everything.

He’s shouted spoken very little compared to normal, but the words he did utter spoke volumes.

Less than 24 hours after falling victim to this debilitating illness, he looked me square in the eyes and broke the news:

“I don’t think we’ll be able to make out tonight.”

Now, I don’t know how many of you can relate to the gravity of this particular predicament. Having known this man for half my life, I wasn’t sure if I could go a day without making out with him…in all his phlegm-filled glory.

It was hard for me to hide my disappointment.

“You mean to tell me I’ll have to just curl up in my pajamas under my warm blankets and prepare for uninterrupted sleep with ZERO chance you’ll attempt to grope a feel? Oh man, I’m not sure how I am going to deal with that.” I responded.

In between nasal clearings, he level set all expectations.

“It’s just not going to happen,” he said sadly.

I’ve been dealing with this new reality ever since. Keep me in your thoughts.

Written by Heidi Woodard

When my husband asked our three children what they should all do for me to celebrate Mother’s Day tomorrow, my oldest replied without hesitation, “Let her sleep in.”

That’s 12 years of experience. He’s quite observant.

For those of you who no longer have your moms around, I am sorry for your loss. Moms tend to take care of you, drive you nuts, get too involved or not involved enough, never stop loving you, and through it all…leave an indescribable imprint.

I guarantee that 20 years from now, my children will remember me as a mom who tried to be funny all of the time, but was only funny a fraction of the time. A mom who spoke up for what she thought was right, even though sometimes she wasn’t. A mom who preached about the importance of eating healthy and exercising, while enjoying dinner as a family in one of many sports bar booths.

“Do as I say, not as I do.” Mom’s personal motto.

Most importantly, I want them to know without any doubt that no one will ever hold a bigger piece of my heart as they do. Even when they argue about stupid things like the color of mirror glass…for a half hour straight.

Sure, I'll take the middle seat. Always.

Sure, I’ll take the middle seat. Always.

 

Owen posing next to a tiny tree we planted last year in our front yard.

Owen posing next to a tiny tree we planted last year in our front yard.

 

Austin next to the same tree. I didn't know if that little sapling would survive its first year.

Austin next to the same tree. I didn’t know if that little sapling would survive its first year.

 

Not only has that little tree survived, it has thrived. So have my children. For this reason, and so many others, I am truly blessed this Mother's Day.

Not only has that little tree survived, it has thrived. So have my children. For this reason, and so many others, I am truly blessed this Mother’s Day.

 

Written by Heidi Woodard.

Cheerios made huge strides by featuring a “controversial” interracial family in their advertisements – not once, but twice – the latest airing during Super Bowl Sunday.

The fictional family is made up of actors – a black dad, white mom, and their young daughter.

The first commercial, which aired in May 2013, drew immediate viewer feedback. Sadly, the majority of the earliest comments was negative. So negative that the comments section had to be disabled.

The common rule, “If you don’t have something nice to say then don’t say anything at all,” doesn’t exactly translate online. Comments tend to be a lot more critical when typed versus spoken.

After the initial backlash, General Mills, which owns Cheerios, received an outpouring of support from viewers. The company decided to sink an additional $4 million investment into their follow-up Super Bowl ad that featured the same family.

I recently had a friend share a video with me that asked kids for their opinions on the first Cheerios ad. The interviewer asked open-ended questions like, “What did you think of the family?” and “Do you have any idea about why people are angry about the parents in this commercial?”

The children’s answers are worth listening to with an open mind.

Although they are visibly shocked upon realizing that racism still exists to the extent it does, their overall response is one of love. “You don’t have to leave mean comments,” one says. “Think about those people…they probably feel horrible,” echoes another.

Watching their reactions made me think about the little kids I see everyday at preschool when I drop off and pick up my youngest. Let me give you a listen into the types of conversations I hear.

She forgot to wear her crazy socks so I gave her a hug.

He doesn’t have a dog like us, but his cat is cute.

She just moved here and is shy. We shared crayons.

I took his snack. (Come on, you didn’t expect them all to be innocent and selfless, did you?)

Now, let me tell you what I don’t hear.

She doesn’t practice the right religion.

I feel like her family make-up is unethical and wrong.

He voted for the wrong politician.

Her skin color makes me feel uncomfortable.

We are all entitled to our own opinions and I’ll be damned if I don’t do everything within my power to respect those who have different opinions than my own. What I cannot respect are people who chastise and judge others because they disagree with their beliefs, because they don’t agree with who they love, and because they don’t respect human differences.

Let me leave you with one of the best stories I’ve heard.

Today is Rosa Finnegan’s 102nd birthday. She gives a precious glimpse into her life while giving everyone hope that it’s never too late to love thy neighbor.  

Give five minutes of your time to listen to her interview with NPR.

Trust me. You won’t regret it.

Rosa Finnegan in her nursing home in Massachusetts. c/o NPR

Rosa Finnegan in her nursing home in Massachusetts. c/o NPR

Written by Heidi Woodard