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Oct
18
2019

I was recently watching a video of Rick and me – just before the birth of our first child Dylan. My friend Margo is filming and our dog Martini is going nuts mostly because she was nuts.  We were on the edge of the craziest journey of a lifetime – parenthood. I watched that video several times looking for a moment. A clue. A something.

And I did the same when thinking about our wedding day. That exact moment I walked down the aisle at the Yale Club to Canon In D major. Was there a moment of regret? Of hesitation? Of anything?

There wasn’t.

I’ve never been more certain. Rick and I met in 1996. It was the early days of Fox News Channel. Damn, who was that hot boy in the newsroom? We went on one date. It was incredibly perfect the way some first dates can be.

But life pulled us in different directions and we ran into each other four years later. It was on the steps of the Stamford, Connecticut courthouse stairs. We were both covering the same murder trial.

Rick asked me on a second date. I agreed. Within 2 months, I had moved in with him. I knew this guy was it. It only took 2 months. Well, four years and two months.

Life is crazy. The way it seems to take forever and rush by at the same time. How did we get here, joined by five kids yet so torn apart? So how does a marriage fall apart?

I can only describe it as a million moments that somehow don’t go the right way. And you don’t really see it happening until it’s somehow beyond repair. Rick and I have been together for 19 years. I refuse to see that as a failure.

Rick introduced me to the beautiful religion of Judaism which will forever be a part of me and my children’s lives. He forever tied me to his gregarious, loving, boisterous family. He made this Connecticut girl truly appreciate the Jersey shore.

He will forever be an intricate part to some of the most wonderful days of my life… living in the west village where we walked city streets, ate at amazing restaurants, wore trendy leather pants and were pretty much the coolest we will ever be (other than that phase of the leather pants).

He taught my impatient self to take the time to really get to know people – from the doorman to the guy that works at the deli.

And he gave me the greatest gift of my life… five enormously well behaved, always polite and incredibly neat children. Or something like that.

If you had told me Rick and I would be one of those couples who wouldn’t make it, I would never have believed you. We wouldn’t end up like Brenda and Eddie. We were invincible.

But it turns out, we weren’t. And we can’t find our way back.  It’s painful. And it isn’t easy. Not for me. Not for our kids. Not for our families.

But all of this does not negate what we built and what we have. It doesn’t take away that moment when Rick proposed on the roof of our building, in front of sweeping views of Central Park. It doesn’t take away the moment I said yes. Because even though I had trepidations about this lofty marriage thing, I didn’t have trepidations about Rick. I said yes in an instant and we forged onto the future.

I ask that you support us in this incredibly difficult process of “conscious uncoupling.” Especially if we promise to not use that phrase. Rick and I are forever tied and our lives will continue together in many ways.

I don’t know what a “successful marriage” means.  I do  know that I did the very best I could and I know Rick would say the same. Maybe some couples are meant forever and some couples aren’t. I really don’t know. I do know that what we had was love. And it was real. And for that I am truly grateful.

 


Oct
10
2018

This post is sponsored by the Center for Parent and Teen Communication.  All opinions are my own. 

Parenting a teenager is kind of like trying to put together a piece of Ikea furniture. You know lots of people have accomplished it but you find yourself sitting on the floor, surrounded by chaos and probably weeping. 

Yes, there is going to be crying. Yes, it’s more challenging than you thought. But by the end you have raised a confident, successful adult (or you have a slightly wobbly dresser). Either way, success!

The Center for Parent and Teen Communication is a great resource when you’re pretty positive you have no idea what your doing. 

Like this article from Dr. Ken Ginsburg.  He writes about an exercise where you remember the things you loved about your child during their younger years and you see how those same attributes are still present in the teen years.  As Ginsburg says, “They are the little boys and girls you have always loved, now growing into young men and women. The path may occasionally be bumpy, but they remain as you have known them to be.” 

Ginsburg seems smart so I try it…

THEN: My daughter Dylan at 4.

I signed my 4 year-old daughter up for a painting class. She loves anything artsy so I know she will love it. Big pieces of paper are placed before each child along with paints and brushes. But my creative daughter sees no need for brushes. She wants to use her fingers and her hands. She refuses to use the brushes. The teacher insists. It becomes a stand off between the art teacher and my child. We finally leave and drop out of the class. We find another one where you can get messy and create with abandon.  I can’t help but be proud. No one is telling my daughter how to be an artist. 

NOW: Dylan at 14. 

She is brave and strong. She is the first to raise her hand in class and strongly argue her opinion. She know her true compass and she follows it. She is passionate about the rights of kids. She believes young people need to speak up and be heard. She tells me that one day she will be a Supreme Court Justice or a Pediatric Surgeon. Or maybe both. Why would she ever limit herself? She still loves art and being messy. Life is too short to spend one’s life cleaning instead of creating. 

Your turn: Want to try it with your teen? What are some warm memories from when your child was five or under? What awesome thing is your teen doing now? And take a look at this video too. 

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Oct
07
2018

I recently went home for my 85th high school reunion.  It was super fun.

I saw a bunch of old friends who I adore and even got some of our old band “Pink Lace” back together.

In full disclosure this high school band consisted of one of us playing the keyboard and the rest of us belting out “Big Shot” by Billy Joel. We were very serious about practicing our first night as an official band until we found out a less musically inclined friend was having a party so we abandoned our practice and well, the whole band sort of fell apart that night. We all have our Yoko Ono.

It was also really nice to see my mom. Over the summer, 5 year old Cash and I spent a week visiting my mother in Connecticut. And you really should visit her too. Why? Because she’s friendly, loving, nutty and well, read and you’ll see why.

1. The first morning I’m there, my mother comes tearing into my room at 7:30 AM and says, “CASH AND THE DOGS ARE MISSING!! THEY WERE OUT IN THE YARD PLAYING AND I CAME IN FOR A SIP OF COFFEE AND NOW THEY ARE GONE. I’M HEADED TO THE BEACH TO MAKE SURE THEY AREN’T THERE.” And with that, she runs out the front door, to make her way as quickly as possible to the beach.

For any of you who know Cash, this isn’t really an overreaction because this kid has ridden a NYC elevator by himself, was found hanging over a 5th floor balcony, slipped though jetty rocks, wandered down our street alone when he was about 2 years old and a bunch of other things I’ve suppressed. And by the way – all these things happened while we were trying really hard to keep tabs on him.

Back to the missing 5 year old boy and the two dogs. I did find them. They were in my mom’s 1st floor studio apartment that she sometimes rents out. When I opened the door, Cash said to me, “We were hiding from Nanny!”

I’m sure it was the dogs’ idea.

2. Waking up in my mom’s house was sort of like living in an aviary. Every morning I would hear a tremendous amount of chirping.

At first, I thought – wow, there must be a tree very close to the house. But the sound of baby birds was so persistent that I finally investigated. I’m very Enyclopedia Brown like that. And there it was – a bird nest right next to the air conditioner outside my bedroom window.

Huh. Well, the birds were there before me so I figured I could live with a little chirping. It’s actually not that bad living in an aviary. I’m sure way better than a reptile house.

3. My mom will let you put this octopus hat on her.

4. My mom and I went to a clothing store and she decided to try on a few things. In their stock room. Even once we clarified for her that she wasn’t in the actual changing rooms, she was completely undeterred.

My mom doesn’t sweat the small stuff. And the sales girl wasn’t messing with a 70 something year-old woman who was changing in the stock room. So if my mom ever walks into your shop, don’t mess with her.

5. My mother consistently breaks out one of her favorite t-sbirts, “I just want to drink coffee and pet my dogs.” Obviously a crowd pleaser. But this trip my mom broke out a brand new shirt…

Yup. Dirty dancing. Why? I’m not sure. But I’m guessing because nobody puts baby in a corner.

 


Aug
10
2018

(This is a sponsored post for Custom Ink Fundraising.)

I’ve alway considered myself to be a bit of a fashion designer. This is mostly based on the fact that I’ve watched a lot of episodes of Project Runway and I have an unused sewing machine in the basement. But then came along an opportunity to design a real actual shirt.

And look what I designed!

A pretty cute kids shirt, right? And no Heidi Klum or sewing needles required!

I did it through Custom Ink which makes it easy to design and sell apparel/accessorties so you can raise money and awareness for good causes.

I love a company that is focused on doing good things. Founded in August 2013, Custom Ink Fundraising has helped people raise over 50 million dollars for incredible causes.

I’m raising money for the Plastic Pollution Coalition which is working to clean up our oceans and reduce our reliance on plastic. Because plastic packaging is overwhelming our planet.

I mean.. you know that scary fish quote.

By 2050, the oceans will contain more plastic than fish.

And it’s toxic to human health. We can pretend that it’s not happening but it is. And it’s so gross.

I’m selling my kids t-shirt over at Custom Ink for only $95. Okay, seriously. They are only $25. For two weeks only because you know limited editions sell like hotcakes. And the proceeds go directly to the nonprofit. Plus, there’s no up-front costs or risks.

It was super easy to design and set up my fundraiser and obviously you could do this for any cause. The Custom Ink Design Lab gives you free access to a library of fonts and over 70,000 pieces of art. You can also upload your own artwork, photo or logo.

Now if you’re not a talented designer like me and Michael Kors, the team at Custom Ink will help you do it. How awesome is that?! Plus they gladly and quickly answered all my dumb questions.

So back to my cause – saving the world. I have never quite understood why we are so intent on destroying something so beautiful.

If every one of us could do something small…. start recycling (I’m talking to my friend Jaime K.), actually bring those reusable bags to the market, use a reusable water bottle, say no to plastic bags and support causes that help protect and clean up the environment.

Imagine if we all did something, how much would actually get done.

If you feel like saving the environment today, please consider buying my cute t-shirt for the cute kid in your life.

(This is a sponsored post for Custom Ink Fundraising.)


Jul
04
2018

I was honestly overwhelmed by all your comments here, on Facebook, via email, through skywriting. Okay, no one hired a plane to skywrite to me. Maybe next time.

But your outpouring of support after I posted about my son Cash was amazing. Your personal stories and journeys with your own children lifted me up and gave me hope. Thank you for sharing them.

Scary Mommy asked to publish my post and I was honored. I want parents to know – no matter what a doctor tells you, there is always hope. Always.

Many people commented that I should sent the post to the child psychologist who assessed Cash. And I was hesitant. I had said all I needed to say right here.  We had already consulted with many other experts who deemed her dim and definitive prognosis unprofessional and not even possible – given he is only five.

So what did I have to gain from sending this doctor my feelings on how she had handled the situation? She basically turned our world upside down in just a few minutes.

But then I talked to Devorah Kaplan. Devorah runs the Downtown Jewish Preschool here in Fort Lauderdale where Cash spent his first year of preschool.

When we first moved to Fort Lauderdale, we were trying to find a preschool for Cash. Rick said to me, “I found one. It’s a Chabad preschool. It’s Orthodox.”

I reminded my husband that I was not exactly Jewish so maybe an Orthodox preschool wasn’t the best fit. He said, talk to Devorah and then decide.

It took one phone call to sign my son up.  Devorah Kaplan is an amazing educator and a person filled with compassion and a true understanding of how children develop and grow. Her energy and passion for her work and life is inspiring.

She called me recently to tell me how much she appreciated the post I wrote about Cash. And then she said something else that sort of began to haunt me.

She said that sometimes when parents are given a grim diagnosis about their child’s cognitive abilities, it freezes them in their tracks. Instead of propelling them immediately to get special services for their child, they feel hopeless. They think nothing will change the diagnosis, so they do nothing.

Then it can almost become a self-fulfilling prophesy because early intervention is so vital when kids have special needs and challenges.

Now this thankfully didn’t happen with us because we immediately sought other opinions. And Cash was already receiving OT, speech and physical therapy. But what about a family who walks into that first child psychologist and given all her credentials and experience, just believes her. And just loses hope about the future of their child.

And this began to really bother me.  So I decided to write the child psychologist who assessed Cash an email. And here is what I said..

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Hi Dr. ——-,

You recently completed a psychoeducational evaluation for my son Cash. Thank you for the time you took with him. Although Cash certainly faces many challenges, I was stunned by how definitive you were in your predictions about his future – especially since you don’t make it a practice to follow your patients longterm. I don’t question your diagnosis but only your definitive predictions about his long term prospects.

I think it’s important for you to know the impact you are having on families. I’m a writer and I wrote this piece so perhaps you can better understand what it’s like to be the parent sitting on the couch listening to the way you deliver your vision of a child’s future.

I only hope you can open your heart to the possibilities of every child, no matter what challenges they face. Because we all have limitless potential. And it’s important for every family to leave your office knowing that their son or daughter can not only rise to the challenges life presents but thrive in amazing ways.

Good luck to you.

_________________________

I have not yet received a response and I don’t really expect to. But I hope my words will just maybe give her a tiny bit of compassion for the next “Cash” who walks into her office.

I have such respect for doctors. Science and the study of the mind is an incredible thing. But there is something else that is hard to quantify. It’s the magic and resiliency of children. And she should stop doubting it.

We have been so blessed to find amazing speech, occupational and physical therapists to work with Cash. These professionals are so committed and talented. I sat down the other night to play a matching game with Cash that his occupational therapist had sent home.

It’s not easy for Cash. This is not a boy who wants to be bothered with sitting down when he can possibly figure out how to jump from the counter to the couch with his brother.

But for a few minutes, we played.

And then he did something I never saw before. He read the numbers off the pieces of paper. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. I was stunned. Cash has never read anything before and he recognized these numbers.

I made him do it again to make sure it was real.

It was.

My son is making progress. In his own time. Cash does everything his own way. So why would this be any different?

Cash has magic. And resiliency. And so does every kid out there.

We just have to support and believe in them.



kelcey kintner


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