My best friend’s little girl had her birthday party this weekend. It was a princess-themed occasion, complete with a Rapunzel character (more on her later) and a tea party, with sparkling pink lemonade (because who actually drinks tea at these things?) served in tiny pink cups. Now, being a mother of two boys, one of…
Shut.Up.
He is wiggling in his seat and not the good kind of wiggle It’s the kind that let’s me know all hell is about to break loose “It’s okay baby,” I purr as we pull out of the driveway but his wiggles turn to whines and I turn to the deep breathing I…
From One Special Needs Mom to Another
You don’t know me But I saw your son at school today. He was wearing a red shirt, and I waved as his sweet face gazed up at me from behind the fence. (I remember when my Andrew was that little.) You must love him so much. Anyway, I noticed he was alone…
Happy Father’s Day?
I woke up this morning, made breakfast, washed the dishes, bathed the kids, did a few loads of laundry, and took a shower. My husband woke up this morning, put on his robe, and went to the bathroom. I made some homemade macaroni and cheese, pre-cooked the corn on the cob, packed up the food,…
Motherhood Means Sacrifice
Sometimes, being a mom means you have to endure the kind of pain that only unconditional love can make bearable Sometimes, being a mom means you make the ultimate sacrifice and put your children’s needs before your own. Sometimes, being a mom means you smile and endure when what you really want to…
And Then, He Did Nothing. Perfectly.
It’s no secret around these parts that I’m crazy about my boys. My mom often rolls her eyes when she sees me smothering them with unabashed love and affection. She thinks I’m spoiling them. I think she’s right, and I love every single one of these sappy, eye-roll-worthy exchanges. I often tell Ian (and Andrew)…
Living in the Meantime
It started at a very young age. I recall never being fully satisfied with what I had; always looking towards the next thing, promising myself that life would be great as soon as I didn’t have to shop at Kmart for back-to-school clothesorI could get my bangs to curl exactly like perfectly perky Sue’sorthat dumbass boy…