Introduction?... sure!

     Well, this is different.  Forgive me if I haven't a clue what I'm doing, but I like to be consistant. 

     Soon to be 35 now, mother to a soon to be 10 year old son, I guess I thought it time that I look into what seems to ail my son and I.  It brought me here, but I must admit that I'm painfully non-religious and am skeptical.  I'm also a very private person, unless I can see that a person is-... hmm what's the word...  Not full of crap.  And that, my friend, is four words.

     I am in love with science and nature.  I also believe that they do not always go hand-in-hand.  What cannot be explained by science can usually be explained by nature, may it make sense or not. 

     I'm a high-energy monkey.  I chase bugs around the house to let them outside.  Most of the time it's out of mercy, but sometimes I just like to jump around to see if they're faster than me.  There isn't much of the world that I fear.  If something is going to "get" me, then I pretty much deserve to be gotten.  Overall, I am ignorantly blissful. 

     Now when I say that my son and I have this ailment, I don't mean it in a bad way.  Like I said, he is almost ten, and facing difficulties as most do.  Feeling what other people feel when you haven't the life experience to cope with just one set of feelings is hard for him.  School is a torture that should never be spoken of, unless it's time to go to it.  He doesn't have the connections to animals like I do (humans included), but that boy can feel the Earth spinning.  I guess I started looking for information to try to help him see individual big pictures, instead of the collective chaos that plagues him.

     My son has never had to ask me for anything.  I just knew.  See, this is bad because I believe that he didn't develop the skills to voice his wants and/or needs in an appropriate way.  For example, in kindergarten he ran out of the building because he saw me in his mind two blocks away, driving to pick him up.  The teachers were horrified until they saw me pull up, and he looked back and said, "See.  I told you she was here.".  I hope that this is as much of a learning experience for me as it will be for him.  Ultimately, my goal is his happiness.  Success is a measure of happiness.  If he's happy, then he done good. 

     I'm already happy, so my time in my own head is over for now.  I've "whispered" to every cat, dog, crow, frog etc. in the world it seems and the concensus is about the same.  We're passing through the same dimension at the same time, leaving a respectable distance, and we all like chicken-fried steak.  I don't care who you are.  If you're hungry and there's bread and mayo, there's a sandwich there yo.

     Well, that's all I can really think of at the moment.  Not the sandwich, the post.  Oh yeah.. I like to sew, and I swear like a sailor.  I will try my best to edit myself.  Pinky swear. 

Hello to all of you and yours,

Jennifer