“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 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?
I read a book by a very sweet lady earlier this week. In it, she describes how she prays for her children. Y’all, it was like poetry. Poetry with scripture woven throughout, and so many Biblical references, I felt educated just reading them. And, I felt inadequate. And, I felt bad for my boys –… Continue reading Ordinary Mom Prayers
I used to be a little bitter when I cooked dinner and then my husband didn’t do the dishes. To be fair, most nights he would, but some nights, not so much. I would also hate my life when the laundry needing to be folded piled up on my bed throughout the day and I… Continue reading Mom Confession: YouTube Makes My Life Easier
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
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
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
When I first started homeschooling, I could barely picture the elementary years. I went to school to be an elementary special education teacher – I felt like I should have an idea of what to expect. But middle school and even worse….high school? No idea. A Typical Day Is Anything But I have no idea… Continue reading A Typical Day Is Anything But
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
He threw the book and stomped off to his room. “Don’t you understand?” he yelled, clearly frustrated. “I have dys-A-lexia!” As he slammed the door, I tried to sort through all my reactions – smiling because of the way he pronounced dyslexia, bitter because he threw the book and we have been trying to help… Continue reading Just Because It’s Difficult, Doesn’t Mean You are Doing it Wrong
My house is a disaster area. For reals. I am afraid to look in dust bunny-ridden corners, and the bathrooms make me want to wave a white flag. My approach to school has been hit or miss, at best. The number of doctor appointments, dentist appointments and therapist appointments we have each week is just… Continue reading When Mom Needs To Get Back On Track