I have shared many snapshots of my life as a mom of two boys with various diagnoses and special needs. You’ve seen the pictures of me with messy hair and cups of coffee. I have discussed the difficulties of not getting enough sleep and managing meltdowns. I have even written several other day in the…
I spend a lot of time trying to find ways to help my sons learn. Learn to read and learn to pick up after themselves. Learn to manage time and learn the multiplication tables. Learn to toilet independently and learn to sleep (for the love, yes, learn to sleep). I have been relatively successful at…
Easy for mom activities – one for every week of the year! It’s a wild time for me and my family. After a scary end to last year, the honest truth is I am a complete mess. We have to get back to school next week. We need the routine. We need the dependability. We…
Every week, I receive a report showing the top searches that drive traffic to my blog. Every week, I cringe. At the very top of the list, for the last year or so, the top search is always some variation of this – “Spoiled child with autism” “Spoiled dyslexic child” “Spoiled child in special ed…
Last month, my 14-year-old son went to a meet and greet for one of his favorite tech YouTubers. When he returned home, he told me all about the other people he met, the jokes that they told, and the afternoon that they shared. Later that night, my husband said, “You would’ve been so impressed. He…
I overheard my youngest son talking to his friend last week. “My biggest dream, besides being able to feel better and not have all my medical issues because that’s really my biggest dream – my second biggest dream is that the owl from Hogwarts got lost on my birthday and it’s still going to show…
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,…
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…
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…
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