I'm thickheaded sometimes, but I finally get it. It's clear as day. All of the faceless Internet trolls, who have never met my family, are making sense now. They have been trying to speak wisdom into my life for the last two years, and I haven't been willing to listen.
As the mom of a son who has been diagnosed as being on the autistic spectrum, "normal" is a word that I downright avoid.
When I brought my son into the world, I was overjoyed with my growing family, but undeniably confronted by what the impact of becoming a new mother would have on my career as a professional musician.
Parenting with limits is tremendously hard. I have always known this because I have practiced this type of parenting since my daughters were young. However, nothing prepared me for how hard it would be in the teen years.
Start padding those resumes, just like you do to your own, and you're going to be rocking that "Proud Parent to an Honor Roll Student" bumper sticker in no time.
I'm reluctant to have another baby. I selfishly want to prolong a period of time when I don't have to speak to my son in half-sentences with a quarter of my attention all while trying to race across the living room to keep the baby from killing himself on the edge of the coffee table.
When I was little, I loved going to the library with my brother. It was in an old mansion across a street and up a steep hill about 200 yards from our house. We would set out on our own with our due-back books -- big kids on the way to the library.
Every year in each and every middle school and perhaps even in some elementary and high schools, countless girls will be traumatized by a mean girl. Whether the mean girl chooses bullying, ostracizing or leaving a former friend with a broken heart by cutting her off from friendship, victims have to recover from a sad time when their self-esteem is most vulnerable.
Confidence can be a rare commodity most particularly for mothers, especially when there's always someone out there critiquing parenting performance. Thankfully, confidence, like parenting, can be learned.
I'm sad that you are willing to risk your own children's health and safety at the suggestions of a long since discredited group. I am livid that you would be willing to risk the health and safety of mine. So, from one parent to another, I plead with you to protect your children and others by following your physician's advice.
While Ezra's differences have never stopped him from pursuing his dreams, the strength he's had to demonstrate throughout his young life is apparent.
Now to clarify, we were not THOSE kinds of Florida people that you see today on tabloid television shows. We were a normal middle class family who owned their home, had multiple cars and even went out to dinner regularly (a big deal in the 1970's).
It's not at all the peaceful goodnights in a Pampers commercial. There's far less cuddling than we've been led to believe. Maybe there's something to the weird inspirational "Achievement" poster hanging on the ceiling above the exam table in my gynecologist's office. Maybe.
Raising a girl takes me back to my own childhood and brings up memories -- both good and bad -- of how fun, wonderful and difficult it can be navigating the move from child to tween.
Pay attention to you. Change things that are not working for you. Have the courage to question; you will find many others that are right there with you.
It's taken 30+ years of life, marriage and two kids to really understand what my parents have done -- and are still doing -- for me. Here are a few of the decisions, actions and sacrifices they made that I only comprehended after becoming a parent myself.