“You baby him. He’s almost eleven years old and you are still helping him get his socks on straight.” “You can’t keep treating him like a baby. He is old enough to sleep through the night. You need some tough love here.” “You are still helping him tie his shoes? Are you kidding me? How… Continue reading Am I Babying My Son?
I hung up the phone and started to cry. I was alone in my room so that I could speak to the doctor’s office privately. I could hear my son starting to meltdown and my husband trying to help him in the next room. But I couldn’t move. I could not open that bedroom door and… Continue reading Neurological Evaluations and Diagnosis: What I Wish Someone Had Told Me
“I can think of better ideas, Momma, if you just let me walk around.” My eleven-year-old son was narrating a story, as part of our writing lesson for the day. I was typing his words as he spoke them and had asked him to stay close to me so I could hear him spin his tale.… Continue reading Movement and Learning For The Older Child
I heard the sound of glass breaking before I could get to his room. I ran in, and a book flew past my head and hit the wall behind me. My son, crying, out of breath, and full of rage, had completely lost control. He was swinging his arms wildly and pacing. He was muttering,… Continue reading My Explosive Child Has Lost Control – What Do I do?
What’s going to happen when he’s older and able to do more damage? Someone is going to get hurt. What if the neighbors call the police? I can’t do this for the rest of my life. We don’t have the money for another window repair. At what point do I call 911? I never thought… Continue reading Calming An Explosive Child
When my son kicked the windshield, I didn’t think it would break. I was wrong. Apparently, the force of losing all rational thought and ability was enough to crack it from end to end. He was crying, flailing and screaming at me. “I can’t do it. Mommmmeeeeeeeee. I can’t. I can’t go in.” We were… Continue reading Why Is My Child So Explosive?
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
I have been scratched, spat on, threatened, punched and called names. There are holes in the walls, windows that have been broken, iPads that will never be the same and stains on the ceiling that will not come out no matter how hard I scrub. Our school day often involves more than one book or… Continue reading Parenting An Explosive Child
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
When I was in high school, I learned about Elisabeth Kubler-Ross’s Five Stages of Grief (the stages we go through when we are processing a significant loss or change). It was part of an assignment for a speech I was working on in debate class. Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance I still have them… Continue reading Grieving My Child’s Diagnosis
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
My child ate kleenex in his therapy session last week. He nonchalantly picked up the box, pulled out a few pieces and started taking bites like it was a turkey sandwich. When he was done, he broke the box itself in half, put it on his head like a hat, and got back to coloring… Continue reading The Hardest Part Of Homeschooling My Children With Special Needs
You might be the worst mom ever. How could you let him play Minecraft that long? Did you even think about what vegetable to serve for dinner tonight? He can’t have that much sugar. Why did you say yes to the candy bar? You’re choosing easy over what is right, again. Why didn’t you sign… Continue reading Giving Ourselves Grace
I leaned over the kitchen counter, my head in my hands, and tried to take a few deep breaths. The house was a disaster, I hadn’t finished reading lessons my youngest in three days, I was still in my pj’s at 11AM, and my eleven year old was melting down over not being able to buy… Continue reading Lies I Believe About Being A “Special Needs Mom”