Sorta-Confessions of a CP Parent

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A couple of years ago, Sarah wrote a post, Confessions From a CP Adult, that I saved to my “Post Ideas” notebook in Evernote. I have dozens of ideas, going back over three years, in that notebook, most of which I will never use. But I re-read Sarah’s post recently and in light of the fact […]

Special Needs Land Mine: The Fast Food Play Area

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I can remember it like it was yesterday. Some of the moms of kids in Sarah Kate’s preschool in Decatur, Alabama decided to get together for coffee at the McDonald’s near I-65. We were all navigating the chaos of having preschoolers at home – those years when you do your best to talk to your […]

We Had a Good Run, But Now It’s Over

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Remember back when we moved Nathan to the big boy bed, but he wouldn’t nap in his room because … daylight … or something? Back when my queen size bed was converted, like clockwork, into a jump-jump each afternoon? No? Then feel free to read up on it here and come right back. But then […]

On Clouds and Sunshine

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It probably comes as no great shock to hear that I have struggled with the blog this summer. What you may not know is why. It’s not a lack of time or a shortage of topics that plagues me, but a fear of ripping off my emotional Band-Aids and letting the wounds ooze out onto […]

Time to Bleed

Six years. Over half of Sarah Kate’s life … All of Nathan’s (plus two years) … All of the time that we’ve lived in Mayberry  … One-third of the length of our marriage … That’s how long I served on the national council of Sigma Kappa sorority, and on Saturday night, that era came to […]

How Momma Got Her Groove Back

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A few weeks ago, my friend Stephanie invited me to join her at a scrapbooking retreat. I’ve always believed in the value of photo albums, not just as a lasting record of our lives, but as a way to reinforce to kids that they are treasured family members. All of our family photos were destroyed when our […]

6 Signs My Stress Level Has Reached Its Peak

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1. I desperately need to exercise, but I don’t want to do it. It’s probably more accurate to say that I want to exercise to let off some steam, but I dread it and have to force myself to go because I know that my body is so tightly wound that every running step will […]

Frozen

Please tell me I’m not the only one. I don’t know if it’s the weather, or worrying about Sarah Kate (or Nathan), or just some kind of pre-menopausal (I am now 44!) brain fog, but I’ve been frozen inside for the past several weeks. I sit down to write – something, anything! – and no […]

Assuming the Scenario That Makes Me Smile

I have a confession to make. Some people may have suspected it for awhile, and even though I’d like to deny it, it’s time that I came clean. Maybe if I take the first step, another special needs mother (or two or three or four…) will do the same. Or maybe not … maybe I’m […]

A Bittersweet Symphony of Tattoos, Tigers, and Retro Nachos – Part 2

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Did you miss part 1 on Tuesday? Go here to get caught up. Do you know what’s on the other side of that concrete rail? That’s right. NOTHING. I’m not going to sugarcoat things and claim that once we got to our seats I wasn’t nervous anymore. I was scared witless. Mr. Andi tried very […]