I stopped setting the finish line so far out of reach and instead set it for the end of each and every day.
You are in the diaper aisle. The far end where they keep the biggest diapers. The frown on your face tells me you are discouraged that they stopped at size six. Your boy can barely squeeze into them and they are useless through the night. I only recently left the diaper aisle myself.
A big leap it is not from believing in god and the devil to believing in anything at all, including that the president is a radical Christian but also a Muslim and a foreign-citizen socialist who will take your guns away. Facts don't matter; we create a fictional order in the face of randomness and then call that real, and the chasm becomes ever wider.
I am that mom, and these are strangely some of the most sacred moments of parenting. When it isn't easy -- but it's still so good. When God reveals himself to me through my boys. I think back to that mom that I judged from years ago, and I understand important things about life I didn't know then. I'm grateful for the shift in perspective.
She loves the bright sun and the way it feels on her skin. She adores the feel of the breeze on her face. She takes joy in slowly moving her hands through the sand. She breathes in the ocean air the same way I breathe in the smell of freshly-made chococlate chip cookies.
Real motherhood is not about having the child you pictured in your head or having a child who fulfills the dreams you thought you had. It is an adventure of discovery.
There is a bond between brothers that I see each day within my house. And there is a bond between a boy with a disability and his brother that is different than any other I have known.
I woke up about six months ago and realized that in my attempt to get them to those next milestones, I've missed out on the moments in the present. All of the laughter, joy, smiles, and snuggles were overshadowed by worry. All of the magic moments, gone in the blink of an eye.
At the start of every New Year, many make resolutions and most having every intention of keeping them. However, as the days and weeks pass they often are forgotten or set aside, replaced with the activities of everyday life!
Grace received this letter just days ago. Be ready, because it punches you right in the feels. Amy, a volunteer with National Service Dogs, has been following our story, and she's taken a special interest in little Grace. She understands Grace, you see, in a way, even I can't.
When we say something is driving us up the wall, most of us instantly know that it is something that is annoying us or irritating us. But to Brent And...
I need you to understand that every morning I wake up and hope for a breakthrough, and that every night I go to bed worrying about my son's future. This is a lot of weight to carry.
As an autism mom and former cancer caregiver, there have been long stretches of time when the only medical professionals I saw were those I took my son or late husband to see.
As much as I sometimes want to, we don't pin a sign to Mareto's shirt explaining his autism. So other people, particularly strangers, give us a lot of attention in the form of staring, dirty looks, snide under-the-breath comments and just overall judgment.
Dear Oakley, Why should you be allowed in public and in schools? What if my child is allergic to you? What then? Are Kate's needs more important than my child's needs?
What does a 42-year-old mother of four do when she loses her job and ends up in a homeless shelter? Not to mention that her youngest daughter has spec...