My son has been in the hospital for three days now. I have cried more than I thought possible. I have prayed more than I thought possible. I have worried more than I thought possible. And I have found more encouragement and hope in the midst of this, than I ever thought possible. Right now,…
When my son was in preschool, he carried a particular book around with him all the time. In the car, to the grocery store – he even slept with it. It was his favorite book. It had beautiful pictures of animals, and little interactive boxes and slides. He loved it. Now, that little boy is…
I was in the air when it happened. Working as a director of training and development for a large company meant frequent travel. Every Tuesday morning, I boarded a 6:00 AM flight for either San Francisco, Los Angeles, Boston or New York, and flew to meet with and train various executives. September 11, 2001 was…
We spend a lot of time practicing reading with my ten year old, dyslexic son. Ask him about it and he will say that he works hard, but his brain just really doesn’t like to read. Ask him what his brain does like, and his first response will always be P.E. His second answer? Math….
I was cleaning the bathroom, when I heard my children giggling with delight. Not just a little laughter – no, the sweet sound of two little boys, genuinely giggling and having fun together. I smiled to myself. One of my favorite things in the world is that sound. I kept scrubbing (because bathrooms and boys…)….
My ten-year-old, already in tears and frustrated beyond belief, took the paper and tore it up. “I don’t want to do this,” he said through gritted teeth. Although my blood pressure was starting to spike, I said as calmly as I could, “That’s fine. If this seems too difficult today, you don’t have to do…
When I was in seventh grade, I made a salt dough map of Italy. My uncle helped me. I remember carefully forming the mountains, painting the sea, and painstakingly placing all of Italy’s major cities in their correct locations. I had never done anything like it before. And I never did anything like it again,…
This post contains affiliate links. Thank you for supporting my family! My dyslexic son feels like his mom is always treating him like a baby. And the truth is, there are times where I necessarily have to. His struggle to read effects his interactions in the world every single day. And I am the one…
My son is now officially a teenager. 13 came so fast. I still feel a strange mix of disbelief mixed with awe when I write it. My baby is 13. And, because he is becoming a man before my very eyes, I am thinking so much more about the future. How will he live alone?…
8 month waiting list. 3 hour appointment. Expert Medical advice: no electronics before bed, give him massages, find a sport he likes. I’m in a bad mood. Please allow me to introduce you to the author of these words. Bacon and Juiceboxes: Our Life With Autism is a Facebook page chronicling one family’s experience of…
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