What I am trying to say is that I never expected to love this hockey mom job. And more importantly, I never realized how much these kids -- and their coaches -- would teach me.
I told you how happy I was for you. What an occasion it was. I made excuses to let you go and then I cried. Kate hadn't spoken yet. Hadn't uttered a sound.
While I don't deny there are many dark days in the world of autism, I am slowing learning to appreciate it for its asymmetry. Much like Gehry's work, which has been described as "ill-formed, misshapen and undeveloped," autism is often misrepresented and misunderstood.
As I sat there today, surrounded by these lovable disease carriers of mine, I couldn't help but think there had to be a better way to be sick. The following are some of the ideas I came up with.
9. Test weight limit of refrigerator shelves by climbing up and down them. Grab juice box if available. Push milk carton to floor if necessary.
I am simply a mom who, like so many other moms, wants the best for her kids.
Parents are in a mortal battle and locked in an eternal death match with time. Except the only way we survive it on a daily basis without losing our damn minds is by keeping it on the back burner and putting it out of sight and out of mind for brief periods of time.
It has never been easier to learn. Formal and informal learning options abound. The opportunity set has never been greater. But, as opportunities and options explode, families are faced with unprecedented amounts of decisions related to education.
Parents have the primary responsibility to raise their children, but grandparents play an important secondary role. The adults should talk to children about inappropriate touching, listen to their opinions, and create a family safety plan.
I welcome the on-going dialogue about adoption, with hope it can lead to better care and protections for children worldwide. I pray for understanding and grace as we all continue this conversation.
Today, I'm praying for single parents. I've been on my own with my kids for over eight years, and I know just how hard it is. I also know that there are moments of intense beauty and happiness and that finding these moments can be difficult at first.
It made me realize that there's a lot to learn about love, more than paper hearts, candy, and silly marketing, and that there's also a lot to teach my kids. Here's what I want my son to know about love.
Although I cannot banish princess-glitter junk from her life, I take the opportunity to tell her to be a "princess" who has her own money, a career, and is not just waiting around to be saved by a man. I want her to know the most important thing about her is not her looks.
There is one thing I want to be sure to impart to you before you go. I know that I do not actually need to tell you this, though. You are smart, kind, responsible, and all-around a great person. So really, I'm just saying it to remind you of the chivalry you already possess.
My daughter came beside me and saw the note as I held it to my heart. My man leaves me notes. Not just on Valentine's Day, but almost every day, because he knows that is my true love language. He's not a man of many words, and yet he creates them for me because that's what love does...
You know you are a mom if you've used spit to clean something. Most often it's a kid's cheek. You've gone longer than two days without taking a shower, and been okay with it. You've used the kids as an excuse to get out of a social function.