August has been the month of love here at the Spainhower's. The house has been over-run with little nieces and nephews, friends, and family we don't see often enough. This month, hubs was the best man at his friend's wedding (and even Mae brought a date!), but hubs and I also celebrated our 13th year of marriage. I'm back to learning my romance language (Italian, duh. Do you even read these posts?), there were birthday parties, some tough goodbyes, we got to see Cirque again this year, and we got to share a heart-felt, memorable experience with Mae's teacher from 4th and 5th grade.
Corteo was amazing as I'm sure you would have guessed - and very different from the first Cirque du Soleil we took the girls to many years ago. It was far more theatrical, emotionally charged, and charmingly humorous. I think Mae and I had a particular interest in the performance because of the parallels in our own lives this month - a Cirque, much in Italian for me and after Mae's first circus arts class, she was dazzled and impressed even more than she otherwise may have been by the grace and strength of the performers. And yes, our girl took to her aerial class like a fish to water. It was a taster class so that kids could try it and see if they want to enroll in the full class schedule which, of course, Mae does. The enrollment schedule can't post soon enough for her.
One of the biggest moments this month was at the very start. Sometimes, you have an opportunity to give back to someone who gave you so much and you just have to grab hold of it.
About a year in the making brought us to our visit to the city-county council. It's becoming evident that Mae is forging a path toward control over her Trichotillomania and I truly believe one of the reasons she's made so much progress is because during the heat of our family's coming to grips with Trich, she was gifted a teacher that was non-judgmental, compassionate, and a true champion for her in the classroom. I mentioned him in the post I did for Habit Aware and a snippet was picked up by Learning Success. You can read the snippet HERE (and if you feel so inclined, give the article a 5 star rating *wink*).
If you feel so inclined, HERE is a link to the circuit video from the city-county council for you to watch. It's only a few minutes. Click on Proposal 313 to skip to the good stuff.
I think the council did an amazing job of addressing the importance of Mr Greene's role in Mae's fight to come to grips with Trichotillomania and her journey to control.
Also, in the wheelhouse of love this month, I had a heart-to-heart email with one of my editors (if a heart-to-heart email is even a thing). I expressed to her my desire to get a grip on my anxiety so that I can be more involved in the promotion of my new book which I touched on in the last Between Stitches, and she basically just told me to let it go - breathe it out - let them worry about promoting and putting in the face time. I was a little floored to be honest. She has been the one at my side from the very start, the one that grabbed onto my first book proposal and made me an author, and here she is again, guiding me and making it work. Because I work from my couch and live for my family, I can feel very isolated from the rest of humanity, like I could float away at any moment, but this month has showed me the connective tissue that has grown up around me, holding me steady on the ground.
If you're wondering if I made it back to that knitting group, the short answer is no. And surprisingly, not because I thought I was going to have another "episode" or because I was mortified by the one I had last time (!) but because we have been on the go from dawn to dusk and then some. Back to school routines, feeling a bit unwell amidst appointments, deadlines, and events, and preparing for another, unrelentingly scheduled month has left little room for packing up and making the journey to Plainfield. I am trying to get together with my new editor for my book before she leaves at the start of next month though because - hello! - I just found out we live in the same city! Basically, August has been a people month, a love month, a busy but productive month. A presto allora.