Humbled.

Do you ever just stop and look at your children and think: “Dude. I’m your mom. And you’re my kid. How cool is that?” That’s where I’m at today. It caught me off guard this morning. I glanced over at my boys and it was as if I were looking at them for the very…

Still Standing

I first noticed her as soon as we arrived. We were spending the day at a local event for autism families; an annual picnic where strangers help chase down bolting kids without having to be asked and there’s no shortage of glorious hand flapping. There was nothing remarkable about her really, at least, not at…

Advocacy and Asshats

Sometimes, I’m tired. Sometimes, there are days when I don’t want to put on my big girl panties and my Cloak of Advocacy (which, if you must know, is made of the softest velvet and the perfect shade of green to accentuate my eyes)  and go out into the real world and shake my fist…

We Are Special Needs Parents

We discuss our children’s diagnosis and challenges like most parents discuss refrigerator art or the dangers of Tonka toys cluttering the hallways. We know better than to fill up our calendars with permanent marker; we prefer pencil instead. We linger just a little bit longer when we hug, because so often those extra five seconds…