As I write this, I am in the backseat of our minivan on the way home from our family’s 4th of July Summer vacation. For now, everyone is behaving. My heart is full, but I am unsure quite where to begin. Every patriotic holiday evokes emotion for us, but Independence Day is the happiest. It is … [Read more…]
It was our one-month wedding anniversary the day that I wrecked my Chevy Malibu. I was about to turn right onto a busier street when I saw a pickup coming fast. I panicked and pressed the gas instead of the brake. Bam. I hadn’t had the car for long. My parents had bought it for me … [Read more…]
In contrast to years 2013 and 2014, I didn’t write at all about my one word for 2015 – hope. Partially because I sort of forgot. Partially because I was blogging less. Partially because I was busy. I thought about just leaving it in the archives and letting it die. But yesterday, I was driving … [Read more…]
The last six weeks have been full…in the best of ways. I was very scared when Ezra graduated from inpatient therapy that the transition for our family would be overwhelming. But it hasn’t been. It’s been okay. It really has. The first week was the hardest, I think. For me, mostly. I had to adjust … [Read more…]
It’s 76 degrees, I’m sitting on my sunporch, and regardless of the fact that I’ve been awake since 4:50AM, I think that right now is the perfect time to be counting my blessings and looking for beauty. The past few weeks have been incredibly wonderful. Ezra’s behavior has made astounding improvements, hubby is doing well … [Read more…]
But what about the wake – the ripples and waves and spray and foam that toss and tumble about from the path cut by the ferry on this journey of healing through telling my story?
One of the hardest aspects of becoming a parent to a child with special needs is how it greatly affects an existing family dynamic. It has the potential to cause strife, conflict and tension in the closest of families. In many cases this leads to a division in family relationships, hurt feelings, and the dissolution of a support system that is greatly needed.
No matter the root of the conflict, the same cooping mechanisms apply for getting through that very strenuous and painful situation.
The rain patters on the tin roof. I’m wrapped up in a quilt in an Adirondack chair, my second cup of coffee at my feet. The morning air is cool but pleasant. The child next to me keeps crying about everything. How he doesn’t want to sleep, how he wants to go next door, how … [Read more…]
Beauty in the Mess ~ Edition 01.09.14
Our family’s take on the popular poster