It’s the Little Things that Lift You Up or Level You Completely

I have to apologize for such a long drought in my writing.  It’s not that I haven’t tried to write but that I haven’t been able to form a focused, complete piece.  Partly, it was a summer with a house full of children but it’s also about the fullness of my own head.  I’ve spent a lot of time worried and angry and, since I am not as funny as Lewis Black, the pieces weren’t worthy of saving.  In all honesty, today’s post isn’t the encouraging, useful post I want it to be either.  It is, however, what I need to put out there. Continue reading

13 Signs You’re a Mom of a KWSN

There are many things that let us know we have special kids who happen to have special needs.  Since some of our friends and loved ones don’t know a lot of them, I thought I’d give them a little Cliff’s Note into what identifies us.  If you agree with any of these or would like to add more, please let me know in the comment section!  I’d love to hear from you! Continue reading

Christ-like?

I’m struggling.  I used to know my beliefs, and I was sure about them.  You know what I mean?  How you’re so sure of everything when you’re younger?  There is no gray; everything is black and white.  It’s either this way or it’s that way.  No middle ground.  I was so sure that God had my back, and I leaned on Him.  I was so sure that everything I read in the Bible was accurate, and exactly God’s Word.  Now, I’m questioning everything.  I feel really bad about that.  But I can’t help it.  (If you’re easily offended, please don’t read anymore.  I don’t mean to cause any offense but this is how I’m feeling at this moment in time.) Continue reading

What Do I Do Now?

Once upon a time, there was a girl who thought all she wanted was to be married to the man of her dreams and have beautiful children. She never thought of much more than that. When folks asked her what she wanted to be when she grew up she replied, “a wife and mother”. Maybe that’s due to the fact that her own childhood wasn’t picture perfect. She didn’t live in a traditional family. She grew up in a “broken home” where her parents were secondary caregivers and her grandmother raised her. Continue reading

Modified Life–Life Lessons the Hard Way

Today, I was reading an update from my friend Terra whose little girl is fighting for her life.          If you haven’t liked her page, you can find it here:  Hope For Kendall.  If this post does nothing else, I hope that it urges you to pray fervently for sweet Kendall and her beautiful family.  However, Terra’s always honest and heartfelt words about struggling to tell Kendall’s sisters about how sick Kendall is and that their planned family vacation won’t include everyone because she has to stay with Kendall in the hospital cut me to the core.  She’s fighting so hard with her sick baby and she’s afraid that she’s failing her other girls because she has to be with her beautiful sick princess.  Maybe you’ve never had to cancel or change a vacation.  Maybe your child’s needs haven’t required you to spend weeks on end in the hospital, but don’t you sometimes worry about the cost of modified life for your other children (or others you may want to have)?  I know that I have. Continue reading

Play Group Isn’t Just for Your Kid

Our two Princesses playing dress up at Second Sunday

Our two Princesses playing dress up at Second Sunday

For a while now, our family has been part of a play group that is for our kids with special needs and their siblings.  We’ve been going for about 8 months or so.  It’s always on the second Sunday of the month, thus our name: Second Sunday Play Group.  It is this group that is always there for us, and we for them.  It is this group of folks who have made us realize that you can’t bury your head in the sand and hope all of your kids’ issues will just go away.  And it is this group that has shown us that no matter what, there is always something for which to be thankful. Continue reading

Something Sweet Amidst the Scary

Hello, Mamas, I hope that summer finds you enjoying lazy days with sandy toes.  First, I should assure you that neither Brandy nor I has been abducted by aliens nor fallen into a deep hole from which we cannot escape.  We’ve just been busily rushing around like modified chickens with our little heads cut off.  I have been struggling over a post for a while and just can’t quite get all that I need it to say into it without tipping over into harpyville. Thus, I have temporarily tossed that post aside to write about something completely different.  On “Tell Us Tuesday,” I want to share what pretty much occupies my every waking thought right now and I am begging for any hints those of you who deal with these issues can give me. Continue reading

Mama Needs a Brand New Bag!

Gosh darn it, mamas, something’s gotta give around here!  I’ve dipped into some sort of funk.  I’m pretty sure my yoga pants rolled their eyes at me when I put them on (yet again) and didn’t do any yoga (yet again) last week.  I’m not doing a very good job of taking care of myself right now.  We’re eating out too much. I’m not exercising nearly enough and, frankly, I’ve let myself go.   Continue reading

When The Tigers Come At Night

Okay, true confession time.  I’m struggling.  I’m an avid blog reader and, in case you haven’t seen them, one of the things so many moms are writing right now are these lovely pieces about a particular age in childhood.  What does two or four or seven, etc. mean to them and to their child.  The pieces are beautiful; they’re gorgeous.  I read them and I’m captivated and mesmerized by the moments that these friends of mine are sharing.  I read more by mom’s I don’t know.  They are just lovely and I would never take anything away from that.  However, there’s a piece of me that aches as I read them.   Continue reading