There's a verse I love that sheds light on suffering and promises it won't be wasted. Romans 5:3-4 says: Not only so, but we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character hope. I'm hesitant to use the word suffering to describe our special needs journey. Yes, sometimes the insurance denials, challenging behaviors and loneliness feel pretty hard, but that seems like small potatoes when there are people dying for Continue Reading
Ten Things I Learned In March
I'm Starting to Like My 35 Year Old Body More than My 20 Year Old One (I think) As I've packed up our house the past few weeks, I've taken the time to look through the copious amount of scrapbooks lining our closet shelves. As I looked at photos of myself from high school and college I realized I don't really want that skinny body back. Sure, I'd love for my summer shorts to fit. Yes, I need to lose a few pounds, but I'm actually a little turned off by how skinny I was. It wasn't exactly Continue Reading
Keep Doing the Hard Things
We'd had a few really hard weeks. Crazy after-school meltdowns from the ADHD medication. More sad faces than smiley faces in his school folder. Doctors appointments to try and figure out his ADHD medicine. Aggression. Lots and lots of tears (from both of us). Starting a new therapy with little hope it would help. Putting our house on the market to move to a better school district. Honestly, there were a few days during that rough patch when I thought anyone else could do Continue Reading
What Transparency Does
Monday I found myself in a bad spot. After a grueling few days in the motherhood department, I was sinking deeper to rock bottom. I sat on the couch, tears streaming down my face with one of two options. I could keep quiet about the struggle or I could be transparent. I posted a not-so-flattering photo of myself on my personal Facebook page with these words: The past week has been HARD. I sat on the couch after school today feeling completely helpless. I yelled at my husband Continue Reading
Wings for Autism
Last week John was out of town on a work trip. Monday, as he walked out the door with his suitcase, we reminded Jackson that Daddy was going to ride an airplane and be gone for a few days. Jackson didn't like that his Daddy was riding an airplane and he wasn't. Jackson ride airplane, too, he said. We've yet to fly with Jackson. Busy airports, long security lines, crowded planes (complete sensory overload if you think about it) has kept us from traveling via air. We've opted for road Continue Reading