My ten-year-old son enjoys reading the “Who? What? Where?” Series.If you’re not familiar with these non-fiction books, they are biographies of famous people (both historical and contemporary figures) as well as books about well-known places and significant events.
On the back cover of each book, is a series of questions related to the book’s subject.This week, I thought I’d borrow that format to share a few things about me:
Who Is Wendy Kennar?
— A little girl who always liked to wear plastic jewelry around the house and pretend she was a movie star.
— A college student who didn’t have a car for half her college years and relied on six buses a day to commute to and from California State University Northridge.
— A mother with an invisible disability.
** All of the above
It’s all true.And you can click here to read my personal essay “Parenting With an Invisible Disability” at MomsLA.com.
I gained a reputation after teaching for a number of years.I was kind.Organized.Structured.Calm.Patient.Loving.
And even though I’m no longer teaching, those adjectives still apply.
But there’s another side of me.The side that is sometimes so frustrated, so beaten-down that I feel like channeling Bill Murray’s character in What About Bob? and letting out a long tirade of curse words.And while I don’t let myself go to that extreme, it still isn’t easy to deal with daily pain and stay calm.
Instead, I write about it.
Click here to be re-directed to The Mighty to read my latest personal essay, “The Words I Use to Describe Life With an Autoimmune Disease.”
As I was reading the Sunday Los Angeles Times, I came across my horoscope.I’ve found that sometimes my horoscope is rather general and could be applied to just about anyone.Other times, I find my horoscope to be completely irrelevant to my life.This week, I’d have to say my horoscope was spot on.
Pisces (Feb. 19-March 20):Of course you deserve
your own kindness.If you’re still struggling with that
it’s a good day to simply drop the fight.Assume that
one of the main things you need right now is
more compassion and then give it to yourself.
Along those lines, I’d also like to share a post I wrote that MomsLA.com published last week.Here’s the link to “Why I Don’t Volunteer to Chaperone My Son’s Field Trips”: