Fe-Fe's World Of Craft, Creations and Kids.

This blog was started mainly for my crafting, however I also find myself writing about my family life too and in particular about my son Josh. Josh is just Josh to us and we're used to his quirky behaviour. As I don't want to have to mention Josh's autism every time I post about him, I thought I'd mention it here. Hopefully you will bear this in mind as you read and it may give you a little insight into the wonderful world of the autisic child in a very gentle way!

Friday, 10 October 2008

LRF Botham Walk

I've just found out that my Dad's wife is taking part in Ian Botham's "Beefy's Great British Walk" to help raise money for Leukaemia Research. Liz has a niece who has leukaemia and is currently undergoing treatment. She's hoping to raise £500 and is up to £330 at the moment.

I thought I'd try and help her get more sponsors by announcing it on my blog. I thought maybe some of my lovely blogging friends might like to help even if you could just sponsor her a couple of pounds? It's amazing how it soon adds up. Anyway, no pressure, but if you'd like to help, Liz's web address is
http://www.justgiving.com/liz_hughes

Thank you in advance to anyone who can sponsor her too.

Fe x

I'm going to make this stay at the top for a while so you'll have to scroll down a bit for the new posts.

7 comments:

ScrapMomOf2 said...: What a nice thing for her to do! Great cause! Good luck to her with her fundraising!; 16 September 2008 at 17:44
Ana Baird said...: Good luck to Liz!; 18 September 2008 at 14:20
Sue Jones said...: :) We walked with Ian and his family in 1990 just after my son died. GoodLuck to Liz :) :); 20 September 2008 at 09:51
~Emma~ said...: Count me in. After all the fantastic support I've had lately its the least I can do! Please send my best wishes to Liz and I'll mention on a couple of forums as well. Hugs Em.x; 26 September 2008 at 21:10
maddy hill said...: i had cancer two years ago - im ok now .ive donated £5 hope that helps xx
I also have a daughter with aspergers !
got to your blog via charmed cards .

love your cards x
maddy; 6 October 2008 at 12:07
tracey (aka rainbowmummy) said...: Good luck with the fund raising!! Damn I am not ment to be reading blogs, I am copy and pasting this(thanks)
Hi, here is the online petition against PETA, please sign it. Sorry you have to copy and paste it!

http://www.ipetitions.com/petition/autismPETA/index.html; 7 October 2008 at 13:26
tracey (aka rainbowmummy) said...: This comment has been removed by the author.; 7 October 2008 at 13:47

Ode to Special Mums

Ode to Special Moms(by Erma Bombeck)

Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressures and a couple by habit. This year, nearly 100,000 women will become mothers of handicapped children. Did you ever wonder how mothers of handicapped children are chosen?

Somehow I visualize God hovering over Earth selecting his instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As he observes, he instructs his angels to make notes in a giant ledger.
"Armstrong, Beth, son, patron saint, Matthew.
Forrest, Marjorie, daughter, patron saint, Cecilia.
"Rudledge, Carrie, twins, patron saint, give her Gerard. He's used to profanity."
Finally, he passes a name to an angel and smiles, "Give her a handicapped child."

The angel is curious. "Why this one, God? She's so happy."

"Exactly," says God. "Could I give a handicapped child to a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel."

"But has she patience?" asks the angel.

"I don't want her to have too much patience or she will drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wear off, she'll handle it.
"I watched her today. She has that feeling of self and independence that is so rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I'm going to give her has his own world. She has to make it live in her world, and that's not going to be easy."

"But, Lord, I don't think she even believes in you."

God smiles. "No matter. I can fix that. This one is perfect. She has just enough selfishness."

The angel gasps, "Selfishness? Is that a virtue?"

God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she'll never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect. She doesn't realize it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take for granted a 'spoken word.' She will never consider a 'step' ordinary. When her child says 'Momma' for the first time, she will be present at a miracle and know it! When she describes a tree or a sunset to her child, she will see it as few people ever see my creations."I will permit her to see clearly the things I see...ignorance, cruelty, prejudice...and allow her to rise above them. She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life, because she is doing my work as surely as she is here by my side."

"And what about her patron saint?" asks the angel, pen poised midair.

God smiles. "A mirror will suffice."

"Welcome to Holland"

"Welcome to Holland" By Emily Perl Kingsley

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......

When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.

After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."

"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."

But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.

The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.

So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.

It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.

But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."
And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away...because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss. But...if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.