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My second son has been having some big feelings lately. He is 10 years old and sandwiched in between three very big personalities. I think sometimes it can be lonely to be the one in the middle. His dad and I are working very hard to make sure he knows how magnificent and treasured he is. Last night a movie on the couch with popcorn and snuggles. This morning a doughnut date, just the two of us. And lots of conversation. Which is the best part in my opinion. I…

I have four kids. They range from 2 to 12 years old. You can say I am covering a few phases of motherhood all at once. Diapers and cribs to ‘I do it myself, mama’, to I can’t take my eyes off him for a second, to spelling and math tests, to the smell of a hockey player, to a tween. There is never a dull moment over here. Or a quiet one either. Three of my kids love to call me on the phone when I leave the house.…

Let me set the scene for you… My husband and I and two of our boys plus baby get on the elevator. We are loud and busy. Our youngest is trying to push all the buttons. I am using my hip to block him. Cooper, our 12-year-old is autistic and adores elevators. So he is happy flapping and dancing and making lots of noises. Just as the door is about to close to bring us to the second floor of the hotel my husband yells out…‘I’ll hold the door for…

Anywhere between 5:30 am and 7 am, my door bursts open with a sleepy “morning mom” and a barrel roll into bed next to me. Autism rises with the sun, sometimes before. I’m usually halfway through my cup of coffee, brewed 3 feet from my bed, with almond milk creamer from my tiny in-room fridge. Don’t judge. I’ve written in my gratitude journal, watched the news, and caught up on work. It’s my only quiet, restful alone time aside from the evening after he’s asleep and before I pass out.…

I brought my son Sawyer to skate night last night. A school event at a local roller skating rink. There was pizza and music and arcade games. Kindergarten through fifth grade. Families. Siblings. So many kids. I laced up his roller blades and watched him be a little boy. Skating way too fast. Being silly. Telling stories. Playfully pushing friends. Dancing. Doing the limbo. He has a social life. Friends. He’s growing up. As I sat there watching, holding my baby tight, I was suddenly overwhelmed by all the feelings…

This boy and I are connected. Mother and son. I am his person. He holds me now mostly out in public. A hand in mine or on my shoulder, me leading him. Always touching me. And if he does pull his hand away for a second, I see a bit of panic in his eyes before he reaches out again. At times, I feel I am his eyes and ears, as if he has a blindfold on and I’m telling him where to step and sit. Cooper and other individuals…

I’ve spent a lot of time recently reflecting on our journey living alongside autism. The road has been far from easy, but through the challenges, I learned some invaluable lessons. This is my son Jordan. He is 27 and on the autism spectrum. I am his guardian and full-time caregiver. Maybe you are in the thick of it, feeling exhausted, uncertain, and maybe even defeated. I get it. I was there more times than I can count and didn’t know how I was going to do it another day. But…

Let me show you the beauty of my son’s world. And how my perspective has greatly changed over the years. A while back, my son Cooper, who is now 12, began showing me a still frame of Dora the Explorer on his iPad. Dora happened to be wearing a purple pirate outfit. She was with her crew on a boat. They were making their way to Mermaid Rock. He has showed me Dora and her purple outfit at least a hundred times. Cooper also happens to be nonverbal. Meaning, he…

The comment said…It’s always about the special needs kids. You parents are always whining for them to get everything.” That comment was from a while back and it was in response to a post about how children with special needs/disabilities were forgotten during covid. A bold statement yes, but also true. The forgotten children is the phrase that I use. It was made be a lady. One the same age as me. One with kids. She felt that everything is just handed to kids in special education. The statement has…