I have a crush on Jen Hatmaker. She is a new discovery to me. Writer, blogger, speaker, mother to 5 (she wins!), including two she adopted from Africa, and wife to Brandon Hatmaker. She lives in a city I would love to live in, Austin, Texas. Anyway, after reading her blog post that went completely and insanely viral, “The Worst End of School Year Mom Ever,” I was hooked. Because she’s my kind Continue Reading
Confession
Its TRUTH-TIME. I will share 10 ways I have blown it as a PWS mom. (I blow it as a “regular mom” all the time, too, by the way.) We, as parents and caregivers of a child or adult child with Prader-Willi syndrome, are all trying our best to provide what our special peeps need. We read, we research, we go to endless appointments, we read newsletters like this, we attend behavior training Continue Reading
Moses Makes Great Dinners In Heaven
Some years it hits me. Some years it does not. That post-Christmas blah. The let-down. On December 26th. Or even sometimes RIGHT after the Christmas morning of fun and frenzy and children’s delights are all over. Even though I don’t believe in Santa Clause or any Christmas magic per se, I have realized my adult self still has this longing and expectation at Christmastime. That somehow a Continue Reading
Still No Tears Over Sandyhook
I am surprised at my reaction to the Sandyhook tragedy. Or my lack of reaction, in terms of tears and sadness and heaviness. For anyone who knows me, I am a touchy-feely girl who cries at sappy commercials and gets choked up EASILY at others’ joys or woes. I FEEL. I LIKE TO FEEL. I go to movies that are contrived and emotional because I like to FEEL things. Last Friday I was in a meeting Continue Reading
Just Unwrap
A dear friend of mine says to her “special” daughter every morning as she looks into her chocolate eyes, “You are a gift.” It’s her daily mantra. Before the cares of the world set in, before the grind begins, before any reminders of the challenging journey she is on, before. She has chosen to remind herself, despite the hardships of having a disabled child, that her daughter is a gift. Continue Reading
Moms’ Night Out Junkie
I’m a group-y kind of girl. I always have been. No, not that kind. I love the village of my girlfriends that I get to live in from time to time. Were it not for my girlfriends or fellow mom friends, I would not be as validated, or as encouraged, as I need to be. In fact, you probably would not want to be around me. Because my true girlfriends challenge me to be the best me, at the same time Continue Reading
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