Category Archives: Parenting

Perfectly Imperfect

To say that I think about the fact that Jack was born without a fully developed left hand every day would be not be an exaggeration. But what parent doesn’t think about the things that set their child apart? What parent doesn’t wish they could solve all their child’s problems? What parent doesn’t hope for a perfect newborn with ten fingers and ten toes? And therein, as they say, lies the rub.

Jack’s hand is called symbrachydactyly, it occurs in one in 32,000 births. I do not in any way feel any guilt or have thoughts that something I did or didn’t do during my pregnancy caused this to happen. Neither do I believe that having a limb difference will hold Jack back from doing anything he wants to do. (Proof: musician Tony Memmel; Def Leppard’s drummer Rick Allen; Major League pitcher Jim Abbott; and Manhattan College center Kevin Laue. All these men are successful in professions where it would seem key to have two hands.)

So it’s not that I feel bad that he will have a limited life, because he won’t. But the thing of it that kills me, is knowing how his classmates might look at him and treat him and tease him. And at the same time, I fully believe that God gave him the personality he has – full of life, impish humor and irresistible charm – to offset most of the hurts that might come his way and protect him in the years to come (ironically, we thought it was Liam who would be standing up to people on his little brother’s behalf but I think Jack will do just fine on his own). But I still feel unprepared for what is to come and I know it will be hard, harder than it is now because at some stage he’s going to become aware that he is acutely different. And I hope that awareness doesn’t take anything away from him and that we have fully prepared him for that moment. That when someone comments on his hand, he’ll point out how every person is born different be it with blond or curly hair, tall or stout stature, with or without two hands. That he will proudly talk about it and not hide his “lucky fin” away as something to be ashamed of or embarrassed about. And that he’ll be confident that his little hand does not make him who he is and he won’t listen to anyone who tells him otherwise. And all of that is really no different from any other parent and no different from what I think of with Liam, it’s just that with Jack, his imperfection is known. But that imperfection is also what makes him perfectly him. Perfectly imperfect. Just like everyone else.

Bad Word Baby*

We all know that our kids know how to push our buttons and often they say things more for the reaction they get from us than because they are being bad, saying dirty words with purpose or being mean-spirited.

And we all know that kids pick up everything we say, especially the things we never want them to repeat. And repeat them, they do, at the most inopportune times and with regularity (see above: button pushing).

But does anyone know how my two-and-a-half year old knows to save his mouth from a good soaping when he first says “f*ck” and when admonished, instead sweetly says, “I was just saying foot. Foot. Foot. Foot.” While untrue, it’s a reasonable explanation and one we’ll let people at the grocery store believe is true. But I feel like his knowing this level of word-twisting and conniving at such a young age does not bode well for the teenage years, but after that, I’m quite certain he’ll make a good lawyer or politician.

And don’t get me started on where he picked up that word – not that I would place any blame – but if I were to give you a hint, it would stare with “s” and end with “imon.” [Love you, honey.] From me he’s more likely to learn the word moron, a term I use repeatedly while driving and yet neither of my kids has ever said it.

* The title of this post comes from a phrase Liam used to call Jack when his little brother was messing with whatever he was playing with, “You bad word baby!” It was his clever way of getting around actually saying a bad word.

Just awesomeness

Liam from Christmas 2008 – in a moment of pure awesome!

There are moments in parenting when you just think: this is pretty great, THIS is why I became a parent. [And, yes, there are moments that are just the opposite, like when both your children start shrieking in the grocery store for no apparent reason and you have to cover their mouths while whisper-yelling at them to be quiet or you will eat their free cookie. Or so I’ve heard.] But, back to those moments of pure awesome… I’d like to note a few of those here so someday my kids can read them and know that I was paying attention and that I think they are pretty neat. Continue reading

We have a graduate…

Sometime since I left school, the practice of celebrating every milestone with a graduation ceremony began and I’m still not certain I find this necessary. But it does make for cute pictures and teary mommies, so I suppose I can deem it worthwhile. Continue reading

Temper, temper


This is our angry hornet baby, also known as Jack.

It is not surprising to me that he has a temper, neither Simon or I are what you would call mild-mannered. Continue reading