A sweet friend texted me last week from a waiting room. Her son was in the room next door, undergoing additional neuropsychological evaluations. She said she knew I would understand. The waiting. The mounting fear. The worry. The silence. The beige decor. The straining to hear what was being said on the other side of the… Continue reading For The Waiting Room Mom
There are eleven separate chronic diagnoses between my two children. Seven times I have sat in a beige room on a beige couch and heard a doctor say the words I knew were coming, but still didn’t want to hear. Your child has… Autism Bipolar Disorder, Type 1 Anxiety Disorder ADHD Sensory Processing Disorder Lupus… Continue reading 10 Must-Read Books For Parenting A Child With Special Needs
Mom confession time. I totally let my son watch four episodes of SpongeBob yesterday. In a row. I dozed on the couch with the aggravating sounds of Squidward and Patrick in the background. It was my son who stopped the incessant music playing at the end of the episode. “I’m bored,” he said, looking at… Continue reading Why Are Consistent Routines So Hard?
I was chatting with a younger momma recently who asked me to share some tips and tricks for motherhood. She said she thought our life, and all it’s crazy, might have taught me a few things that she could apply in her life as well (with or without special needs). She’s right. Most of the… Continue reading What Being A ‘Special Needs’ Mom Has Taught Me About Just Plain Being A Mom
“Your son is complicated. It is going to take time to fix this. He’s like a puzzle with a lot of pieces that we need to fit together.” He said it with a smile, but my heart sank. Fix this…puzzle pieces…complicated. “I’m not sure I see it the same way,” I said to my son’s… Continue reading My Child Is Not A Problem To Be Solved
I have not been the mom I want to be today…not at all. I am so tired. I am increasingly resentful of all the care my children require. I am overwhelmed by a week that seems like it Just. Won’t. End. It feels like there is not enough coffee in the world. The floors are… Continue reading When You’re Not The Mom You Want To Be
Since the day my first baby was born, I have felt responsible for my children’s differences. Not responsible in the “I’m the momma so I need to help my child” kinda way (although I certainly feel that too). Responsible in the “Why do you let him sleep with you instead of in the crib, eat… Continue reading Blaming Parents Of Children With Special Needs