Tag: parenting

Ready

Last week I received a Facebook message from an old friend. Her youngest son had been diagnosed with autism, and our mutual friends suggested she contact me for guidance and support. That happens a lot. And I’m happy to respond and help when I can. After we set details and coffee, I accepted her friend request and went to her…

Divergent

I have always been different. But it’s just the past 4 or 5 years that I have really, truly enjoyed and reveled in it. I kind of march to the beat of my own hippie-diva conga drum. For example, this would be me on the far right: I wear unique stuff. I have big hair. I prefer Indian or Greek…

Contagious

My son was diagnosed with autism over 10 years ago. We’ve been through so many public humiliations that not much really ruffles me anymore. Yesterday morning my friend Beth shared a post on Facebook that really grabbed me. It was about a mom who had a kiddo with ADHD who was reprimanded in Walmart by a stranger. I remember those…

Unplugged

Ah, life. Some days I get everything right. Yoga at 5 a.m. Dinner in the crockpot at 6 a.m. Poached eggs and berries for breakfast. 5 minutes early to my first meeting at 7:30 a.m. School pickup on time, basketball practice at 5:30 p.m., dinner at the table with music playing and happy kids with bluebirds swirling around our heads……

Removed

It was summer 2009. I remember so little anymore, but I remember that summer so well. I was freshly divorced and trying hard to put my life back together. To add insult to injury, I was trying to learn how to manage raising two kids, one of whom has autism, on my own. So I attended Zion’s IEP meeting with…

Baller

Recently I signed my 14-year old daughter up for AAU basketball. Not familiar with AAU? AAU is a travel league that plays April through August. Anyone who signs up for this league knows that for 4 months of the year, it is your life. The tournaments. The driving. The practices. The driving. The excitement and the competition and the great…

Time-out

This morning Zion was sitting on the floor doing a puzzle, when he looked up at me and said, “Mama, we go to the beach?” I love that kid. He is SO mine. He loves the sand and the ocean waves just as much as his mama…maybe more. I said, “This summer, buddy.” He looked back down at his puzzle. I…