*Names have been changed to honor privacy. Miss B: You realize that he is an amazing kid, right? Me: Aww, thank you so much! I ruffle Sawyer’s sweaty hair and smile back at his preschool teacher. The same preschool teacher who wrapped her arms around me three years earlier when I was trapped in the defeated and[...]
The Kissing Hand. By Audrey Penn. Have you read it? It’s a sweet story about a mommy and boy raccoon getting ready for the first day of school. The mommy gives the child a tender kiss in the middle of his hand and reminds him that any time he feels sad at school, he need only open up his kissing hand and his mommy’s love will p[...]
Get out there and hit a home run today! He flashes me a big smile--an obvious sparkle of sincerity can be seen in his eyes. It's a figure of speech I have grown to dread. I roll my eyes, shrug my shoulders and slam the car door shut without saying a word. Then I skip off to school and meet my friends on the play ground. Every m[...]
It was a Tuesday morning. I was 7 months pregnant with Sawyer and having trouble getting comfortable sitting on the playroom mat of Wesley’s OT room. I watched as Wes bravely dove into the ball pit to retrieve the rings his therapist had hidden. When he crawled through the tunnel with only minor hesitation, I was reminded o[...]
Dear New Friend, When you FIRST meet me you might see… A little guy who looks like any other 4.5 year old boy. I often have bed head and scrapes on my knees. I play with trains and cars and pirates and Legos. I like to get dirty and wrestle. I laugh with my whole heart and have a gap toothed smile that could ma[...]
I've written and re-written this post maybe a hundred times. I knew there was so much that needed to be said, so many emotions to share...and I've been struggling to find a way to capture all that I feel you should know about this project, about the love and heart and vulnerability that went into creating this space. This has[...]
It's bath time and I'm carefully and strategically pouring the water on Wesley's head to rinse out the shampoo--a task that for sensory reasons has been nearly impossible for the last 4 years. But recently he's turned a corner. And although he squirms and cringes and balls his hands into tight fists with his eyes squeez[...]
