“Too Much” by Rose J Fairchild

Too Much: A Glimpse into Emily’s World

I wrote this earlier this morning as I pondered my daughter, Emily, and how she sees the world. I am blessed to have her as my daughter and though I don’t always understand, you are infinitely precious to me, my sweet. ❤

Too loud! So you raise your own voice or turn the TV up to drown out the cacophony of sound from a too-scary world that is only evident to you.

Too bright! When morning light reaches you, it burns your eyes painfully in a way mine will never know.

Too dark! The loss of that light is just as jarring, and you turn on every light you can to light the way.

Too smelly! To me, it’s barely noticeable. But to you, it’s like standing in a landfill surrounded by a sea of detritus.

Too tight! It’s just a short-sleeved t-shirt, but to you, it strangles the life out of that spot on your arm where the sleeve sits. Or maybe it’s the shorts that are threatening to slice through your thigh even though to me, they seem to fit you perfectly. 

It hurts! The material might seem minutely scratchy to me (jeans in particular), but you might as well be wearing an outfit of stinging nettles. You scream, claw, and pull at it until it is finally removed. 

This is disgusting! Remember how smell affected you so strongly? Well, taste does too. And sometimes, when I make something and hope you’ll love it, it hurts to get that response. But I am learning and beginning to understand.

Too much! There is so much that is too much in your world. A world that to me seems so tiny, but to you is so huge and overwhelming. Sometimes I think this is why you’re so possessive of “your” things…it grounds you and is something that belongs to you—it’s something you have control over. And to share that, relinquish it…it hurts you and drives you into a panic. You still need to learn to share, but I can go about encouraging it more gently and easily than I have.

“She’s just being dramatic.” Except you’re not. It seems that way, sure. But this has been consistent since babyhood. You have a sensory processing disorder and will (hopefully) one day learn to handle it, or that it will ease for you so that you can find bliss in this world of madness. 

Helpful things: First and foremost, animals. You have always been comforted by and madly in love with animals of all kinds—even the creepy crawlies that most people tell you to kill. But you won’t because you know they are a life, too, and that they deserve to live. Cats have always been your favorite though, and I can’t see that ever changing. 

Also, swimming. You love water and when Gramela asked you why you love it so much you said, “I just like the way it moves around me.” It cradles you and takes the weight of the world away so you can feel weightless and free for a short time. 

Space to work through a meltdown. A safe space where you can just feel what you’re feeling and not be judged for it. If I try to touch you or talk to you, you fight and it only gets worse. But when you are done, I will be there to hold and love you for every little bit of fierceness and sensitivity in you.

Love. For you to know I will love you no matter what. That I will always try to understand even when I fail. I will do better in future. I am sorry for all the times I didn’t understand…all the times I failed you. But I will always try to do better. I will always love and support you. And I will defend you with a ferocity that will shake this scary world. 

You can always come to me. And I hope that you will. I love you, Emily. You are beautiful just the way you are.


Rainy Day by Rose J. Fairchild

This is a real-life favorite childhood memory of mine.

The rain fell steadily, drumming on the roof and bouncing verdant leaves up and down in its joyous dance. I was about seven years old at the time and completely entranced by the beauty of the glistening drops and rich tapestry of greenery.

“Mom, can we go outside?” I glanced at my siblings noting the way we all watched her with bated breath, our eyes shining with anticipation.

“No, sweetie. It’s raining.” She continued washing dishes.

Heart sinking, I returned my gaze to the wondrous rainstorm outside, the air thick and hazy as rain met summer heat. I searched for something, anything…

“Mom! I think I saw a deer! There, by the brook! Can we go out and try to see it better?”

Our mother chuckled knowingly and turned to us as she said, “Alright, you can go out. But stay away from that brook! I don’t care if there is a deer; the water is very high from all this rain so it’s not safe to be near it.”

We charged into that rain as it ran in tickling rivulets down our faces, laughing in the downpour as smells of ozone and damp earth met our noses. And we were thankful—to be in such a beautiful place, and for the mom who let us be kids and enjoy it in all its shining, emerald glory.

I turned back and saw her watching us through the screen door. She smiled and waved. I waved back, knowing that my mom had given us a beautiful gift. It lives on in me as a memory full of life and love to this day.

Thanks, Mom. 💖


Information On My Novel, “The Rose”

Hi there, Spriggans and Sprites! I hope you are all healthy and well!

Please check out this new page I’ve created for “The Rose,” complete with a blurb of sorts! https://rosejfairchild.wordpress.com/the-rose-a-novel/

Stay safe and well, all! And thanks (as always) for stopping by)!



How I felt when I reached the end of my first draft!

Good evening Spriggans and Sprites! I accomplished something wonderful today! My husband watched the kids for a couple hours so I could finish the first draft of my ‘Beauty and the Beast’ retelling, “The Rose!!”

Now I will have to edit and refine, but I am excited to do it! It’ll be nice to read it all the way straight through after so long.

My only regret is that I didn’t finish it before my grandmother passed as my Belle-character is based on her and some of the many adventures she had in her life. She read only the first four chapters, though she did seem to enjoy those and the details I’d included just in that little bit.

I just hope that she knows how much love for her went into it. I miss her…but have some really great memories of her to carry with me.

What are you all working on? Have a great night, everyone!


Update on “The Rose”

My “Unicorn” cat who no one really ever sees-hence her mythical nickname. 😁

I was gifted with some lovely quiet time this morning in which I was able to write! All three cats came to help me, too, which of course made it even better.

He was so over it all. 😆

I just finished chapter 29 of my first draft and only have three chapters left to go until the end! I am presently at 227 pages, and know as I edit and fill in gaps it will get longer. (First drafts are such interesting things!)

My snuggly girl. 🥰

I just had to share my excitement with you this morning even though with the editing process I know I still have a long way to go. But to put down that ending will be wonderful!

I hope you all have a magical day!!