Well here they are – the words I wrote that were read the most this year – and they all happen to be about being a special needs mama! Writing about our special needs journey keeps me sane. It helps me process the hard stuff and cherish the good stuff.
I don’t have thousands of people reading this little blog, but if I can encourage just one mama in the midst of her mess than I have succeeded! I strive to write transparently about this journey we’re on. Raising a child with Dyspraxia, Childhood Apraxia of Speech, Sensory Processing Disorder and ADHD is challenging. I often question if I have what it takes, but this journey is also overflowing with joy and wonderful moments. I hope to give you a glimpse of it all, trusting that God will use this space for His glory.
It seems that my post You’re the Mom of a Sensory Kid When from 2016 still gets a lot of traffic. It was actually the most read post on my blog this year. It was a fun post to write – documenting all the quirks of my sensory kiddo! Quirks I never want to forget. I will never again complain about making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Not after his breakup with them earlier this year – thankfully he’s back to eating them daily.
As for 2017, here were the top three posts…
To The Mama of a Child With Apraxia
I wrote this post in honor of Apraxia Awareness Day. A little encouragement for all the mamas still waiting to hear their kiddos voices. Never give up! Keep raising your voice until they find theirs!
When Your Story Requires A Lot of Courage
I’m 100% certain that when we’re transparent and vulnerable about our struggles God will use it for His glory. I believe when we are courageous enough to share the not so pretty parts of our lives we give others permission to share their not so pretty stories, too. Our story is one of courage and I embrace it because it has no doubt been written by the hand of God.
What Transparency Does
I had had a really hard week as a special needs mama and I posted a not-so-attractive photo of myself on Facebook. I wrote words that were real, raw and honest. Many people left comments. There were words of encouragement, mamas sharing similar situations they are facing and many people promising to pray. But most importantly, almost everyone expressed words of gratitude for my honesty. Why are we so afraid to let people see our fears, failures and frustrations?
