Hello again!
Happy 4th of July Weekend to all! We now have only
four months to WDW! Yay! Sounding better and better to my
ears! The next milestone will be the “double digit dance”, about one month from now! Come on, November!
Believe it or not, I’m already beginning to squirrel away various items for our vacation! I keep a
Disney Box , which I fill with supplies as we get closer to our departure. Some items get shipped down in advance while others get packed in with our luggage.
You already know from my screen name that I’m an RN, but have I told you that I work in a doctor’s office? A dermatologist’s office, to be exact. Well, there’s an interesting phenomenon that occurs to nurses who work for dermatologists. Their medicine cabinets and drawers become absolutely stuffed with little sample sizes of almost every sunscreen, hand cream, facial moisturizer, hypoallergenic soap and laundry detergent, athlete’s foot powder, anti-dandruff shampoo, anti-itch cream, and anti-pimple cream on the market! Really!
Drug company sales reps come to our office every day with tons of these little tubes, bottles and packets of products they hope the doctor will recommend or prescribe to his patients. We have baskets of the stuff in our waiting room for patients to take and we still have no room to hold all of it. Reps shower the staff with samples of their products, too. I guess their logic is, hey, if your dermatologist’s nurse tells you that she uses product X to cleanse her face, wouldn’t you want to try it for yourself? Well, the upside to all of this is that KathyRN hardly ever needs to buy any of the above-mentioned products; the downside is finding ways to store all those little sample sized tubes and bottles! Needless to say, the Disney Box has its share.
It’s only July 4th weekend, yet a lot of stores are having sales on summer “seasonal” items (I guess they have to start making room for the Halloween merchandise that will be displayed next month!) Picked up a few little things for the kids to play with at the OKW pool, a few little things to keep them entertained on the plane, a few little things to occupy them while waiting for SpectroMagic to begin. Few little things: into
The Box you go!
I ordered some special t-shirts for the family. Yes, we have been known to do the matching t-shirt thing……you know how much of a nerd I am! (I mean, really! I did start my first TR 6 months in advance!) These shirts are in honor of this year’s trip being taken during
"Jersey Week" . They are red with “Jersey Girl”, “Jersey Boy”, “Jersey Mom”, etc. embroidered in royal blue and with a few stars embroidered in white. They look pretty sharp! (IMHO). When I finally get a digital camera, I will post a pic. I’m hoping to get one for my birthday in October. Hooray! The TR will get pics!
The Disboards keep calling my name and at every opportunity I answer! Lately I’m sticking mostly to the
Trip Report board, otherwise I’d spend way, way too much time here! Occasionally I do pop in on the
DisABILITIES board to see if there is anything there about special needs kids at WDW so I can get/give support.
I’m always particularly thrilled to read the stories of how the Disney magic has touched the lives of so many autistic children and has helped their families to have such incredible family vacations. We tend to throw that word “magic” around a lot when referring to WDW, but it is so real in these instances that I feel I can actually reach out and touch it.
When our family is at WDW, I feel “almost” normal. I feel light of heart and very hopeful for my child’s future when I am witness to each little breakthrough he achieves when we are there.
Like the time we were at EPCOT UK and Pooh and Eeyore suddenly popped into the toy store and Billy just walked up to Eeyore and started talking to him in complete sentences. “Hello, Eeyore, do you want to play a game? (Eeyore starts to play patty-cake with Billy) “That was fun!" (He takes Eeyore by the hand.) “Come on, Eeyore, let’s go home!” I was standing there in shock and then the tears just started welling up in my eyes. My son was seven years old and I had never heard him actually carry on a conversation with anyone. Not even me. I felt like grabbing Eeyore by his other hand and running so I could take him home with us and it could never end. The CM handler just put her arm around my shoulders after I had blubbered a quick “My son is autistic; he never talks this much”, and she said to me, “Isn’t it wonderful!” Then she started crying, too!
The parents who started lining up behind us must have thought we were nuts or something, but I didn’t care! It’s the countless little WDW moments like these that give me such
joy and
hope , and allows me to cope with the day-to-day struggles of parenting a handicapped child.
I can’t wait to get back there!
Kathy