On bread and grands

It has been an amazing day. I talked with my sister, which is, at best, a practice in patience. The phone calls or visits always go something like this:

Ring ring-says my phone

Pulling it from it’s case I see its my sister and I wonder-what now. I reluctantly answer.

Sis-Hi, sis, how ya’ll doing. Hadn’t talked with you in a while and had to call and check on you.

Me-we’re doing good. Staying busy.

Sis-that’s good. Now let me tell you about Hannah (her daughter) and after an endless amount of time, it’s let me tell you about Holly (the other daughter)

It’s ironic in many ways. My sis has two daughters much like my daughter’s daughters. One high intelligence and a great personality, the other intellectually challenged with other learning and emotion/mental disorders. It has been a trip to her challenged child to the point of 12th grade. So we talk a while about that, about what route Hannah took to graduate, how much book work that involves and how she likes it. I need to know these because my Shan will be at the point of choice at the end of this school year-academic diploma (which I think is an impossibility) or occupational diploma.

Anyway-I found out what I needed to know, listened to a lot of other stuff about Holly and finally said I had to take bread out of the over so had to go. It was really muffins, but still I needed two hands.

Then a friend of a friend called-this friend of a friend we’ll call LA, has in the past worked with the school system specifically with SPED children and has SPED kids of her own. She’s giving me some good hints, some names and some direction on which way to go in order to make sure Shan has the help she needs since she’s basically failing her Special Ed class and sho nuff failing the science and social studies. So got that info.

Then my Pat comes to help/watch and learn how to make bread. I make a good loaf of Jalapeno Cheddar bread and her daughter and hubby love that sort of thing. She wants to carry them some as well as some sourdough bread when she visits them next week. So, we get started on bread making 101. We make me a double loaf of the cheesy, peppery stuff and make her a single loaf which is what the recipe calls for. In between rising and making and baking, we visit and catch up since we’ve not had much time together this summer, and I make brownie muffins. I’ve already made oat bran fig muffins.

Several times she thanks me for letting her come and learn and I honestly say to her that I am so glad she allowed me to teach her what I know-which truly isn’t much. I’m learning myself, but I have made bread off and on for a lot of years and she had never made any. It was a fun time. It was a time of bonding, a time of learning more about each other and just very special to me.

I don’t feel as though I have many really CLOSE friends. Oh I have plenty of friends, and I love them all and I enjoy their company-but this lady is a treat to be around and teaches me so much. I love her dearly and we spend hours together and never talk about anybody but ourselves. Imagine that!!!!!!!

I also got in touch with the principal at Shan’s school and set up an appointment with her for tomorrow after the Farmer’s Market. I’m anxious to see how that goes. I think we really need to get Shandi started on a more occupational direction rather than an academic direction. She struggles so with school work. I asked her this evening how she felt about herself. She shared how she knew she couldn’t learn like other people and because of that she was disappointed and sad and felt stupid. It’s hard to help a child understand that regardless of how they learn, they are special, important and just as good as the next kid on the block or in the next desk. I’m not sure she believes me but I give it my shot.

Spiritual connections?

For over 20 years I’ve attended al-anon. So has hubby. When the girls were young, especially Ana, and need be she went with us. Sometimes even when it wasn’t a need be situation. Once when she was still a young toddler she asked me if she could chair al-anon meetings when she grew up like I did. I told her she could at which point she asked what did one do to chair a meeting anyway? 😀
Anyway, as she’s grown older and the problems in her life have multiplies-friends, family, etc-she has continued to attend with me. I often thought she went more for the meal prior to the meeting plus whatever she could find for me to buy her at walmart than the good she might get from the meeting. But I never questioned her.
She’s grown to know and love the women there and one especially. A young divorcee/retired military school teacher, specializing in special education. But around April, M stopped coming. Later I saw FB posts from her showing she was in California, but I never asked the reason. I simply assumed she had decided to pull up roots and move. And life went on, and I skipped a lot of meetings due to exhaustion from Farmer’s Markets and the work that goes into getting ready for one.
Last week Ana informed me that we really needed to go to alanon. To give her a thumbs up, she had asked various times through the summer if we were going to which I would reply no, not tonight. But this time I asked her why and she said she really needed to go, that she got a lot out of the meetings. So I promised her we would go, and we did–just she and I.
We hadn’t been in the coffee room long, catching up with all the latest when the door opened and in walked M. I thought Ana would wet herself she was so excited. Come to find out, M had returned the past Tuesday, the night Ana was wanting to go and I put her off. I felt that this was an awesome sign–showing a real connection between Ana and M. It really felt as though she knew within herself somewhere that M would be there, that she had returned and she needed to see her!