Posts Tagged ‘Special Needs Child’
We Just Want to Help Our Son
I don’t understand anxiety but I’m trying. Most nights, after my son has fallen asleep, and I’ve tucked him in for the last time, I study his features and listen to his breathing. It is calm. Finally. When he sleeps, his worry is gone. It releases him for a few hours. I am thankful he can rest. Most nights I feel like a failure because I can’t take this burden from him. I can’t seem to fix it. Anxiety is slippery. It is sneaky and seemingly impossible to catch. But…
Read MoreIs This Our Forever?
Is this our forever? A good friend recently asked me what kinds of things my son Leo was interested in these days? “Toy Story, like always,” I responded, chuckling at the thought of how often I’d responded similarly over the years. For as long as I can remember, Leo has been transfixed by the popular series of films; his love for Sheriff Woody, Buzz, Andy, and the rest of the Pixar gang, have stood the test of time, resulting in a most impressive collection of Toy Story merchandise; from figurines,…
Read MoreOnly in My Dreams
Sometimes it hits me when I least expect it. I was sitting in front of my computer reading my son’s high school athletic Facebook group post. “Any parent of a boy or girl in grades 3-6 interested in volunteering as a water boy/girl for the varsity football team, please respond.” So I went to that imaginary place in my mind. I pictured my daughter on the sidelines holding the rack of water bottles proudly watching her brother and his teammates play football. She smiled excitedly as the whistle blew and…
Read MorePlease Teach Your Children About Diversity
Dear Mums, Dads and Caregivers, I want to ask you to do something. Can you look back and think if you’ve ever taught your children about diversity? About people’s differences…that not everyone’s the same? It can be race, disabilities, the homeless, religion and so much more. Have you had a conversation about how not everyone’s the same and how important it is to be accepting of that? When Lace was little, I worked in an accommodation house with adults with disabilities. I used to bring Lacey in and let her…
Read MoreWaiting For Sister
Our fourth baby is due in 93 days. Not that I’m counting or anything. Although pregnancy in your late 30’s during a pandemic and a Minnesota winter with three wild boys is no joke. I’m trying to enjoy it. And I am. But tick tock over here. Yesterday, as I was attempting to sneak a few minutes of alone time midday, my two older boys made their way into my room. They always find me. Sawyer pulled up a pillow and a blanket next to me and began watching a…
Read MoreOur Silent Journey
My sweet boy, We just got back from a car ride. We do that sometimes. You and me. We used to ride around to help you calm down. A much needed break for both of us to reset. Now we drive around and hunt for trains. Not a lot has changed over the years except now you are ten. And you can buckle your own seatbelt. A skill we worked on for years. A skill that you are incredibly proud of. We still ride mostly in silence. When you were…
Read MoreWe Wanted More
Did you know that someone once told me that our third son, the one in the middle, was a replacement child for Cooper? I assume they wrote that comment to hurt me. Or to remind me what a crappy mom I am. Or maybe they were just angry and miserable. Who knows I guess. What a ridiculous statement though. A replacement child. I’m not sure why we would ever replace Cooper. He’s very much here. He’s 10 and is currently waiting on two movies from Amazon. This morning he asked…
Read MoreIt’s Okay to Ask For Help
I’m really bad at asking for help. And I don’t mean that in a job interview sorta way where you say your biggest weakness is ‘doing too much’ because you secretly want to make yourself look good. Nope, this isn’t that. I’m really bad at asking for help. It’s a character flaw really. And it isn’t necessarily a good thing. It’s more of a sinking in a boat and someone throws you a life raft and you smile and say, ‘thank you, but I got this.’ When clearly, you don’t.…
Read MoreStep Into My World, My Son’s World
Shia is our beautiful autistic, primarily non verbal, 10 year old son, who also has sensory processing disorder. I have watched him in his world over the years. I have felt his world deeply and I have seen the impact his world has on his Daddy. Enjoy a peek into his world as you read below… Come into my world and I will help you let go of the things that cause you to lose your peace…just ask my Daddy. Your world is too chaotic for me. Too much noise.…
Read MoreA Love Letter to My Son’s Teacher
To my son’s teacher, From the time I found out that Nathan had autism I started thinking about school and I always got anxiety. Once he entered his second year of preschool my anxiety started going through the roof. I was so worried about him going to Kindergarten. I would cry most nights thinking about it. He was safe in preschool. He had routine. He loved his teacher. I would wonder who his new teacher was going to be. I would pray every single night that God would protect him…
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