The Stories of Michelle Rodriguez



Posted by [email protected] on February 29, 2012 at 12:00 AM

I live my life under a misconception that I am Superwoman. I truly believe in some masochistic part of my mind that I can do everything. Let me give a vague idea what I mean.

I wake up every morning at 4:30 to write. For an hour and a half, I let my mind wander my imaginary world. Some would consider getting up so early just to write as extreme, but for me, it isn’t a chore or a sacrifice. Usually, when I’m working on a novel, I’m so anxious to write that I’m awake even before my alarm goes off with some absurd paranoia that I will miss my designated writing time. I will admit that is a bit crazy.

But mental escape is necessary because then comes the chaos. Mom responsibilities call, and I’m off to make lunches and get my son Noah ready for school. He is autistic, so everything must run to the clock and in the same exact order every morning. As soon as he is out the door, I practice my music for an hour and a half while my daughter Cordelia watches Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, stopping whenever she needs something or decides to have a random freak out. From the moment my last note stops, she consumes the rest of my morning and early afternoon: making her lunch, working on potty training (my idea of torture!), trying my best to get a few odd and end tasks accomplished with her help and attention. Her new interest is “helping” me with housework. It causes more of a mess, but it’s cute.

At 1:00, I’m off to pick up my son from school. As soon as he gets home, we have his routine to accomplish, which again thanks to his autism, must happen exact and unchangeably every afternoon: change from his uniform, a snack, his homework and reading, then some TV. By then, it’s time to start cooking dinner. Feed the kids, bath time, wait for my husband to get home which isn’t until after 6, and then bedtime rituals. We attempt sleep at 8:30, but again, Noah has his routine that can’t be deviated lest we want a tantrum.

That’s just a normal day. Now add into the mix that currently 3 days a week, I have rehearsals in the evening for The Magic Flute and therefore cook dinner at noon to make sure everyone is taken care of while I’m gone, and I guess calling myself Superwoman isn’t really that farfetched.

My life: singer, author, wife, mother to 2 little ones, one of which has special needs. Sometimes I don’t even know how I’m doing it anymore. I’ve been called “motivated” again and again, but I don’t agree with that. It’s just my life, and I deal with it as best I can. Is it too much? Maybe, but I can’t fathom giving anything up. I’m not me without every detail in my hectic and insane day.

Despite the constant rigor of my schedule, I’m trying to learn a certain level of balance. Most of the time, I feel like I am upon the proverbial balance beam, one wrong step from toppling, but if I approach things whole heart and without hesitation, I manage to stay upright and make it through. Sure, some things suffer; housework is truly the last thing on my list, and laundry is the bane of my existence! But I’m trying to cut myself a break in that department. The laundry will always be there tomorrow; missing a rehearsal or giving up dance time in the kitchen with my kids on Friday evenings is not worth the sacrifice.

One of my goals this year is to take a step back and appreciate things more. I never do that, and I’m terrified that one day I’ll look and my life will already be over. What’s the point of living if we don’t appreciate the small things? I’ve been making the biggest effort with my kids, reminding myself that they’re only little once. How often do my husband and I say that we can’t wait until they’re older and we can do more stuff with them? Especially in regard to Noah’s autism. It’s almost like wishing his childhood away because everything is so complicated. Of course, we see every advance he makes and appreciate it more than most parents could imagine. Just hearing him spontaneously say to one of his classmates last week, “Goodbye, I’ll see you tomorrow” made me cry; a small achievement for a regular kid, but a huge leap for a five and a half year old who rarely acknowledges anyone without a phrase being put into his mouth first. I appreciated that moment and stood back to truly look at it, and that’s what I want to do with everything.

We live in a world that is constantly spinning and can knock us off our feet. I don’t have control; I’ll never have control, but I love the things I do. I still need to work on accepting that it’s all right to fall every so often and ask for help. To prioritize, but forgive myself for not managing to juggle everything at the same time. My perfectionist streak makes it difficult, but I’m trying. I’m tired of being Superwoman!

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Reply Proud Mom & Dad
6:59 PM on February 29, 2012 
You are AMAZING Michelle and you have the BIGGEST Sensitive Heart. You have such a PASSION in everything you touch. I am so PROUD of you Sweetheart, I know how hard you work. Love You Very Much!!
Reply mountain harmony
4:14 PM on March 4, 2012 
Whew! As I read your story, I thought of my cousin's life with her challenges and blessings from raising a child with autism and the older son who would pick on his brother. She also rejoiced in the "little" achievements, while juggling household responsibilities and running a business. It boggles MY mind but reinforces my motto; Savor the Moment and Cherish Life......but pray for the strength to do it! Di :D

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