MY MAYFLOWER STORY

 

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

Thanksgiving is definitely my favorite holiday of the year.  I love fall and all it brings - even the promise of winter.  Most of all I enjoy how it brings family and friends together to share in traditions and giving thanks, which we don't often enough take time to do throughout the rest of the year.  It's a time to slow down before the rush of the holidays, and reflect upon how truly blessed we all are to have each other.

My family are proud descendants of brave pilgrims who chose to come to America on the Mayflower.  These pilgrims are why we all give thanks - they struggled so that we could give thanks today.  With credit to our relative, the Hon. Harold Van Voorhis, I'd like to share our genealogical line to one young Mayflower passenger:

In 1620, Edward Fuller (13 G’s grandfather) and his wife Ann came to America on the Mayflower, with their son Samuel Fuller (12 G’s grandfather), who was 8 years old. Edward and Ann died the first winter. Their son Samuel was raised by his uncle, Dr. Samuel Fuller, the Pilgrim’s doctor.

Samuel grew up, married, and had a son named John Fuller (11 G’s grandfather), born in 1650,

John grew up, married, and had a daughter named Thankful Fuller (10 G’s grandmother), born in 1679,

Thankful grew up, married, and had a son named John Crippen (9 G’s grandfather), born in 1701,

John grew up, married, and had a son named John Crippen (8 G’s grandfather), born in 1730,

John grew up, married, and had a son named Ichabod Crippen (7 G’s grandfather), born in 1750,

Ichabod grew up, married, and had a son named David Crippen (6 G’s grandfather), 

born January 18, 1786,

David grew up, married, and had a daughter named Harriet Crippen (5 G’s grandmother),

born January 10, 1820,

Harriet grew up, married, and had a daughter named Tirzah Fuller (4 G’s grandfather),

born in March 14, 1849,

Tirzah grew up, married, and had a son named Ford Van Voorhis

(3 G's  grandfather), born September 4,1872,

Ford grew up, married, and had a daughter named Lena Van Voorhis,

(great-great grandmother), born May 8, 1896

  

 Lena grew up, married, and had a son named Harley Van Seibert (great-grandfather). born August 11, 1917

 Harley grew up, had a daughter named Teresa Ann Seibert,  (grandmother) born November 8, 1948

Teresa grew up, had a daughter named Jenipher Lynn Wilkinson (mother), born October 1, 1970

Jenipher grew up, had four sons, Ethan, Elijah (twins born September 14, 1995), Emmett (born April 12, 1997), and Escher (born June 27, 2000) Sutherland

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The 15 “greats” grandfather of these boys, on the Van Voorhis side of the family, was Reverend John Robinson (Born 1562, died 1625) He was the pastor of the Pilgrims, who encouraged them to come to America. He was too ill to come on the Mayflower himself, but his son came to America in 1630.

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Another one of our Mayflower ancestors was a man named Stephen Hopkins. BEFORE he came on the Mayflower, he had already been to America EARLIER!  Stephen was part of the team that was sent from England, to rescue the Jamestown settlers, in 1610!

That crew was shipwrecked in Bermuda, scrapped together another boat from leftovers and new wood they cut down on the island, and finally arrived at Jamestown on May 25th, 1610.  This spring, we held a huge celebration commemorating the 400^th anniversary of our family’s arrival on American soil!

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 So, whether your family has been here for 4 months or 400 years, HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

All Hail the Pumpkin Queen!

I just turned 40.  Amazing. 

I wore the tiara all day.  It made me feel fabulous.  I mean, I'd turned 29 for 10 years in a row, so I thought it was time to fess up and embrace my age....

It was also World Smile Day , so my advisees and I passed out smiley face stickers to every student in the school and smiley face buttons to all of the staff. It was fun to see so many students and teachers wearing their smileys...

 

Then, Scot took me out for my birthday. We ended up at Yankee Doodle Tattoo  and Ace hooked me up with some sweet birthday ink....as I "rise from the ashes of my 30's"....

What did I want for my birthday dinner?  Tavern Pizza, of course. Yummy.  Then we went to go see a friend's band...I got up and sang with them. "Friend of the Devil" by the Grateful Dead.  Lovely....and I still had on my tiara!

On Sunday we had the family birthday party out at the family farm. My brother, Charlie, had a truckload of pumpkins so we all had a fun family game of pumpkin baseball and pumpkin bowling...I won the pumpkin bowling and was crowned the Pumpkin Queen:

It was the best birthday ever. No gifts other than being in the presence of my family and friends. It felt great.

"Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, 

they are the charming gardeners 

who make our souls blossom."  

~Marcel Proust

Mom of the Month

(This is from Des Moines Moms Like Me...November 2009)

I'm not really one who likes to toot her own horn...I live my life with kindness and try to be the best person I can.  Recently I was nominated for a slight recognition...just an article in the newspaper and a nice, professional photo....and a few other "goodies".  Here's a link to the article: DM Register - Mom of the Month November 2009 (yep, the link is gone!)

....and just in case the link ever goes dead....below is the picture and a copy of the interview.......

Meet Jenipher Wilkinson Sutherland

Mom of four boys: Ethan and Elijah, 14; Emmett, 12; Escher, 9

User name: onehipmom

Tell us about what you do and about your family.

I am a high school special education English teacher. I am also a certified art teacher. On weekends I teach a class at the Des Moines Art Center for young children with autism. I am the owner and designer of OneHipMom Jewelry & Ornament, and I am the membership coordinator for Central Iowa Mensa. I have four boys. Our 12-year-old, Emmett, is autistic. We have a Golden Retriever named Miles and a ginger cat named Mingus. My husband is a professional musician with a national blues act based out of San Francisco. So far, we have chosen to stay in Iowa ... because I love it here.


How did you meet your husband, Scot Sutherland?

I was singing in a reggae band in Des Moines the summer of 1991. One evening, between sets, this guy came up and was talking to our keyboard player, Mark. I was still hanging around on stage, so Mark introduced us.

He ended up joining the reggae band and we went on to be in another band together, too. I was attracted to the fact that he was always a gentleman, and that he was humble and kind.


How do you manage your family when your husband is traveling?

 I couldn't do it all without a great support system.


What's your outlook on life?

My life is complicated and busy and I find that invigorating. I try to be the best mom, wife and teacher I can be while still maintaining my autonomy as a woman. I won't let my titles and roles define me.


What are some of your favorite Mom moments?

I love that the Ethan and Elijah, who are now 14 (and are 6 feet tall!), will still come up and give me hugs. I love that Emmett is like a present that I get to open a little more of every day. Escher is a wild boy, but always has something kind to say.

My favorite recent moment was the one-on-one trip I took with Escher this past summer. We drove out to Colorado for his birthday, we went to Casa Bonita for dinner, went panning for gold on his birthday and went to a music festival in Winter Park that Scot was playing at. Then the three of us went to Colorado Springs and had some more fun.

I try to do things with all the kids. The twins and I have scary movie nights, Emmett and I go to the bookstore, Escher and I hang out and read books.


How did you find out your son was autistic?

At first we thought Emmett was deaf. He'd be watching "Sesame Street," but wouldn't turn around if we called his name. He would lie on the floor and spend vast amounts of time lining up his trains.

We had his hearing tested and it was normal. We went through the typical channels for a diagnosis. Although we had suspected autism, it didn't dampen the shock of hearing it from a medical professional.

He was 26 months old when he was diagnosed as PDD/NOS, and over the years he's had labels such as: classic autism, Semantic-Pragmatic Disorder, Hyperlexia ... etc. What it all comes down to is my son has a severe communication disorder.


What advice would you give to other mothers raising a child with autism?

Nothing can really prepare you for raising a child with a disability. You cry, you grieve, you laugh, you love, you advocate, you educate, but you never, ever, ever give up. Every parent has to travel their own road on their child's autism journey. It helps to connect with other parents.

As a special education teacher and the parent of a child with special needs, I urge parents to be proactive in their child's education. Most of all, take care of yourself. You can't be a good parent if you don't take the time to do something for yourself. Take a class at the Art Center or through Community Education, join a reading club, pick up a hobby - anything - as long as it is your time to do something solely for yourself.

Autism: Emmett is My Hero

 (I wrote this two years ago....and it's been shared on many websites.)

If any of you know anything about me, then you are aware that my 13 year old son, Emmett,  is autistic.  I love him the way he is.  Let me repeat that - I love him the way he is.  He struggles, but he's my hero.  He is happy - most of the time (like any 13 year old boy)....he is affectionate, funny, and smart - in HIS own, special way.   He has taught me and my husband so much about being loving, patient, and attentive parents to ALL of our four children. 

 Many parents of autistic children these days think that they can "cure" or "recover" their autistic child.   I wouldn't change my son for the world. Wanting to "fix" him implies that he is ill, or sick, or broken, or lost....he is none of those - he is who he is and if this is how GOD (or Fate) gave him to me,  then it is not my place to attempt to change him so he can comply with societal norms.

Now, to cover my rear end....I must add the caveat that I do NOT criticize those who DO want to "cure" or "recover" their children....heck, I'd be lying if I said that I have never entertained that very same idea at one point or another throughout our struggles with Emmett.  He had a genuine case of lead poisoning and he was chelated, I read Bernard Rimland and plied Emmett with B vitamins and Magnesium, I had tests done to see if he would benefit from a CFGF diet...those are just a few of the things I went through in the early years of his diagnosis....so,  I've been there and back and I've arrived at my own conclusion:  that Emmett should be enjoyed for who he is, how he is, AS HE IS..... 

Unless you have a child with a significant disability, such as Autism....you will NEVER, EVER (not in a million years) be able to fully understand the heartache, the pain, the worry, the guilt, the sorrow, the helplessness, the frustration - the loss...that comes with the diagnosis and every day afterward.  Nor will you possibly be able to experience the joy, the delight, the wonder, the pride, the amazement, or the triumph that entwines itself within your heart....it's a strong, powerful, and otherwise indescribable feeling that transcends mere parental affection....it is rooted in the depths of your soul....singing in your cells....allemanding in your atoms....dancing in your DNA. 

Emmett will probably never be able to live on his own, he will be dependent on his family and other people for the rest of his life.  He doesn't have any real friends, he has a very limited understanding of the concept.  He doesn't get invited to birthday parties or sleepovers...or on play dates.  No kids come knocking on our door wanting to know if Emmett can play.  He'll never fall in love with a girl...or have a girl fall in love with him.  He won't marry or have children.  I'm not underestimating him...this is just how it will be.  There is so much that he will never be able to do - things you and I have taken for granted...not just for ourselves, but for our children as well.

But Emmett is a happy boy.  There is so much he CAN do.  He is smart.  He knows more about animals than an average zoologist....having memorized (in alphabetical order) not just the names of hundreds, or even thousands, of animals...but the scientific names (Latin), dictionary spellings, and habitat/diet/etc.  He can sing songs from "Lion King" in over a dozen different languages.  He writes movie screenplays, yes - entire movies (two so far).  He has a beautiful singing voice.  He can recite poems.  He loves to help cook.  He writes and illustrates incredible animal books.  He gives big hugs and kisses.  He holds my face in his hands and says "Mommy is so sweet".   He has a strange sense of humor, very complex.  He knows how to make us laugh.

On the other hand, we have our dark times....the days where he breaks windows (or throws glass things below the basement stairs - just to hear them break), throws himself down the stairs, bangs his head, screams, screeches, cries, hits me, hits Scot and hits anyone else who gets within striking distance....the days where he can't stop persevering about wanting to go to McDonald's, or the (Scholastic) Book Fair or whatever else he decides to go on and on about.  The times when he tears apart his beloved books then wants us to tape them back together and cries when we can't fix them well enough.  The times when I know something is wrong and he is so frustrated...but he doesn't have the words to help me understand.  It breaks my heart when, after a particularly intense tantrum (which can last for HOURS), he comes to me, sniffling and gasping from crying so long, puts his arms around me and says "I'm sorry Mommy - it's so hard."  It is so hard.

We don't know what caused Emmett's autism.  I think it's a combination of genetics and environment.  I think he was born with a genetic predisposition, and a series of events...whether it was vaccines, an early fever and spinal tap, or lead poisoning....triggered his autism.  Ultimately, it doesn't really matter....until someone can tell us for sure.  Trying to find someone to blame for Emmett's autism is a waste of time and energy that could be better spent appreciating him for the gift that he is.  Because, after all, he is like a gift - one that I get to open a little more every day.

Having a child with a disability can be such an overwhelming experience.  It can build you up and make you stronger or it can destroy you.  It all comes down to choice. 

Last week, during the middle of a conversation with my advisees, one of my high school students asked how I could be such a happy person with everything that has happened to me over the course of my life.  I really didn't have an answer.  I'd never thought about it before....I mean, my life is complicated, my past is complicated (but not tragic), I am complicated.  I love my life and all of it's imperfections and complications.  I spent way too many years feeling sorry for myself, and horrible about myself....and Emmett's diagnosis was the event that became the catalyst for the eventual rebirth and awakening of a whole new me.  I found strength that I never knew I had...I found a part of me that I never knew existed...I'm still finding, I'm still finding.

 Although I am generally a happy person, I am not always so inclined....there have been days when the choice between slicing the onions for dinner and making a bloody mess of my forearms has been a difficult decision.  Luckily, so far I've found more positives in the noble undertaking of onion-slicing.  (I'd never hurt myself....so that is not a cry for help, I'm just making a point).  Again, it's all about making choices......I could choose to wallow in self-pity, I could crawl under a rock and hide, I could run away, I could do nothing......

But I have made the choice to find joy and happiness in the most difficult of circumstances. I wake up every day and make the choice to embrace life and try to make the world a little better for those with whom I come in contact.  I've made the choice to free myself from people who gossip, and hate, and are too weak-minded to find their own path.  I don't bother with the people who try to drag me down...the people who always try to turn the conversations back around to make it about themselves - who always say "What about me?"  I surround myself with people who make me feel good and with whom I feel I can reciprocate.  I laugh....I choose to laugh....I have to laugh. 

I have a saying that I crafted as a sort of philosophy about Emmett..."I wouldn't change my son for the world, but I will change the world for my son." The world is a cruel enough place for everyone....and I want to make sure that, in some way, I leave it a better place...not just for Emmett - but for Ethan, Elijah, and Escher....for everyone.  I'm not looking to make some miraculous change....just to be an instrument for change.  I want other people to want the world to change.  I want my students and my children to want the world to change badly enough to quit complaining and to do something about it. 

Happiness can't be given to you.  You have to make it for yourself.  I have a lot of things about which I could be bitter....I have so many people whom I could blame for things in my life that are ultimately not their fault.....and it's not worth it.  I own my life...the good and the bad.....I'm focusing on the good.  It makes the hard days easier and the easy days brighter.  I have so much for which to be thankful:  an incredible husband of 15+ years (and people still ask if we are newlyweds!), four amazing children, a fine assembly of family and friends....you.

I guess I just wanted to share this part of myself with those of you who will read it.  Emmett's autism is a huge part of my life, and I try to not let it consume me....if you have a kid like Emmett, you know what I mean.  If you don't, well - in some ways I feel sorry for you - Emmett's a cool kid.

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