I wasn’t planning to write this post tonight. I wasn’t. I didn’t have it in my heart or mind at all. Not until dinnertime and the casual dose of hate my daughter flipped out of her mouth like it
Vent post – read at your own risk! ‘Tis the season for charity. People volunteer at soup kitchens, buy gifts for angel tree kids, and donate to worthy causes. It’s a feel-good thing, and it’s the holidays, right?
My son stims. He used to flap his arms and hands in a more obvious way of stimming, but as he grew older that stopped. We never told him to stop or discouraged it, he just grew beyond
Today, my son asked me if my upcoming surgery would “make it so that you can get off the sofa and give us more attention?” Owww! Gut hit there, kiddo. Let’s add some more mom guilt to the pile,
Today was a harrowing, scary kind of day for a parent. Not all of it, just a few heart-stopping minutes. We had a homeschool field trip across town, and ended up at a local playground for a little while because