Once Upon an Ice Cream Time


Once upon a time there was a momma who desperately wanted to do the "mall thing" with her little girl, just like she did growing up with her mom. 

The mission was simple - Return some items, have fun in a changing room trying on stuff, look for new shoes for the little girl & if successful get some promised ice cream. 



However, this mom was gifted a child a wee bit different, than her shopaholic self. 


Her little girl was a RUNNER. 
Her little girl touched everything. LITERALLY EVERYTHING. 
Her little girl tried to talk to every single stranger around. 
Her little girl had an insulin pump that kept annoyingly beeping. 
Her little girl melted down when someone else pushed the elevator button. 
Her little girl grabbed chocolate but couldn't have it because she was Celiac. 
Her little girl ripped off the tag of a baby doll & couldn't understand why it wasn't just hers. 
Her little girl refused to try on shoes because she obsessively loved the ones she was wearing.
And her little girl had bad knees that tired easily, so the momma had to lug her around piggy-back-style within 30 minutes. 


By the time they got to the promised ice cream, the momma was just about done in. 
But, the little girl jumped off her mom's back & bolted towards what she thought was an ice cream stand. 


It was however, a red & white Virgin Mobile kiosk booth. 
Yet, the little girl ran up to it with such vigor & hope, as she slapped her hands down & called out, "Ice Cream Ice Cream Please" at the top of her little lungs. 


Thankfully, the lovely ladies working were swept up in the spell, the little girl seemed to cast on most people she encountered. 
And the mom explained they were on their way to Purdys Chocolatier, that was like 100 feet away. 


After finally convincing the little girl that Virgin Mobile wasn't the ice cream shop, the two walked hand-in-hand and talked about which flavour she would get. 


But, as the little girl's sweet face was smooshed right up, looking into the bins of ice cream flavours, the mom knew right away, that the kind she wanted was of course not gluten free. 
Cue the little girl begging and about 37 "no fairs".
At this point, the mom just wanted the hell outta there. 


She was a hot-sweaty-panicked mess from lugging her kid around, holding up a line to ask for a list of ingredients to double check any were celiac friendly, calming her daughter down & rationalizing why she couldn't have a cone with it.


But, as the mom went to pay for her daughter's ice cream, she was handed a note instead & told it was covered. 


In utter confusion, the mom read the note: 
"From the Virgin Team"
And with that, she couldn't even help it, tears started falling. 



Apparently the lovely ladies raced over to Purdys & paid for a gift card so that the mom & daughter could enjoy numerous mall ice creams trips together. 



They had absolutely NO idea who or what kind of day that mom & daughter were having. 
Something just stirred them to do something so outrageously kind. 
And the mom's whole outlook on the day and the "mall thing" was forever mended...



#ThisWillStayWithMeAlways
#SooooooooKind
#WhenWeWentBackToThankThem
#ICouldntEvenHoldBackTheTears
#WasJustSoSoSoSoSoKind
#CataraquiCentreThisWasAboveAndBeyond
#VirginMobile 
#IGotSomeEmployeesOfTheMonthForYa
#BeKind
#WhenKindnessWins



Thankful for Harder Times...


Today I'm thankful in a weird way, that there were harder times.
I have to remind myself of that.
On days like today.
When I cry in my pantry at one thing-after-another with Pip's T1D.
When I have to go to the school numerous times, because the devices to keep her alive malfunction.
When I spend hours on the phone with tech support trying to fix things, only to have them continually not work.
When I can't see her BG & have to poke her way too many times than anyone should be poked in a day, shoot a month, heck even a year.
And when I yell at my husband for no real reason, make my 4-yr-old feel bad for peeing in his snowpants & instead of reading a chapter book with my big kid at bedtime, I let him play mini-sticks loudly in his room, hoping he doesn't wake up the others.
Because, well I'm annoyed-exhausted-frustrated & feeling overwhelmed, I have to remember, I got this.
We got this.
We've been through soooo much more.
Shoot this pic alone, was Pip in DKA days before starting Grade 1.



Memories the other day, popped up with her as a five-month-old having heart surgery.





And just last night, Theo asked after seeing a photo, why Pip was in a wheelchair, after she had double-knee-surgery.


So, I'm gonna eat me some chocolate, breath I guess or whatever they say to do & refuse yet again to sink...









#TomorrowIsANewDay
#ThankGodPipsEAIsAmazing
#AndDexcomIsSoooGreat
#TryingToHelpAndReplacingThings
#LetsNotEvenTalkAboutHerSixteenSurgeries
#HateThoseTheMost
#YetThankfulForHarderTimes
#RefuseToSink
#AndEatChocolateTillYouBreakOutLikeATeenager

Learning To Love Every Damn Inch-Of-Myself...


Today I'm thankful the Universe-God-Fate or whatever y'all believe, throws signs in my face.
I woke up, after a restless night.
Lifted up my shirt in the mirror, to check out my stitched-up-boob.
And winced at what it looked like & imagined the scar it would leave.
But, before I could go down a woe-is-me lane.
I stumbled upon my daughter.
Just loving herself so bloody damn much.


And the scars she bears are so very deep.
I often run my hand across the one she gained during heart surgery when she was just 5 months old.
Her Type-One-Diabetes wounds, pretty much cover every inch of her little body.
And every single day, when I'm putting on her knee braces, I'm reminded of her double-knee-surgery.
Yet, every single day.
Pip lives life LOVING every inch of her freaking-beautiful-self...


#IWannaBeMoreLikeMyDaughter
#LearningToLove
#EveryDamnInchOfMyself
#AnotherExampleOf
#LessonsWithDownSyndrome
#LifewithPip
#differentisbeautiful
#downsyndromeawareness