Monday, February 19, 2007


When my babies were born I loved them with everything I had. I lotioned and powdered, did the photo sittings, attended preschool graduations...You all know the drill. I love both of them just as much today. But I have to tell you, ladies, there is NOTHING that can compare to being a grandma. If it is at all possible I love Miss Ava Mae more than life itself. That child has taken hold of me. She is ALWAYS with me whether I am at work, driving down the road, whatever. She is there. Doesn't matter that she is not "normal". That little girl's hugs and kisses and smiles help me remember that life is precious. Lucky me, I don't have to worry about therapies and IEPs and the myriad of details that come with the WS territory. I just get to love her!

By the way, Uncle Dom turned 14 on February 15th. Of course we had to go out for dinner. Miss Ava came along and was a social butterfly. She did her best to respond to our repeated efforts to get her to say "Ma-ma". Yep, she replies with a loud and proud, "Bah!" She also sprouted about eight arms and managed to throw her toys, tip over my coffee, and choke herself on a spoon. Business as usual!

Love to all,


PS: Thought I would let you know before you saw it on the news: I am the father of Anna Nicole's baby.

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

It's All Good

I read too much. Every day I check in (and on) my cyber friends to see how everyone is dealing with the dreaded Williams Syndrome. It seems that many of us feel that if our children can get this therapy, that supplement, that surgery, all will be well. I applaud everyone's hard work and diligence. But I am also realistic. (I am also perimenopausal, so take everything I say with a grain of salt - or estrogen, if you can spare some!)
I love my Ava Mae with everything I have, yet I know that there are some things that just aren't going to happen. Oh, we will see to it that she has every opportunity possible. She will have her surgeries, her specialists, her OT, PT, etc. She will be constantly and unconditionally loved. At the same time, I will not let myself be crushed when it becomes apparent that there are just some things she won't be able to do. Let me tell you why.
As some of you know, Ava had a paternal great aunt who had Williams Syndrome. Paula Jean Turner was born February 26, 1949 - long before Williams Syndrome had been "discovered". She was a beautiful little girl, but it became obvious that something just wasn't right. Her WS diagnosis didn't come for many years. She suffered the usual feeding issues, kidney problems, hypercalcemia, abdominal pain, anxiety, and so on. Early intervention was somewhat primitive in those days. Paula attended elementary school and later participated in "educational workshops". She lived at home with her parents until her death in May 2006 at age 57.
Never mind the negatives. Paula was so sweet and kind. She was truly a ray of sunshine. She loved being with people, and displayed so much enthusiasm for every good thing that came her way. She loved church, reading, family, music, and Ava! She could play piano, speak some Spanish, and seemed to enjoy life very much. Laura tells me that Paula never lost her ability experience pure joy. Oh, Mylanta! she would exclaim. Paula also had a long-term boyfriend, Bernie, who loved her forever. At her funeral, the minister told us that "Paula never met a stranger." What more could any of us ask of our children than to be universally loved?
It's so easy to get dragged down by all the negative aspects of this damned syndrome. I think all of us secretly hope that our children or grandchildren are higher-functioning, that they have a lesser degree of WS. I cry about it myself, especially when other people seem to notice that Ava is different. But at least for today, I am going to be grateful for Ava-just the way she is.
Love, Kim
PS: Yesterday Ava smiled at me and waved bye bye! My heart is singing!