Homework! Oh Homework!
My brilliant fifth grade teacher had our class memorize a poem by Jack Prelutsky called Homework! Oh, Homework! The opening lines are “Homework! Oh, Homework! I hate you, you stink! I wish I could wash you away in the sink!” Relatable, right? I was in fifth grade...
Therapy, Strategies, Advocacy and Overwhelmed Parents
I've been at this for a while. Four and a half years of navigating the sensory needs of our boys with the help of many therapists and practitioners. And as a result, most days I feel like I have a decent handle on things (although it didn't feel that way in the...
The Parenting Puzzle: Raising Neuro-Divergent Kids in an Ever-Changing World
I’m struggling. We are raising two neuro-divergent boys in a world that is very different from the one that raised us. Access to technology, social media, availability of information, residual effects of a global pandemic, gun violence, climate change, mental health...
Feeling Overwhelmed? You’ve Come to the Right Place
Dear Parent - If you’re feeling overwhelmed with the emotional roller coaster of parenting a child with sensory integration challenges, and frustrated by not knowing where to look, who to talk to, or how to get started on a positive path forward, you’ve come to the...
Bros and Birthday Parties
We’ve entered the phase of life where Fletcher and his buddies, in all of their eight-year-old glory, call each other bro or bruh...almost exclusively. I even have the pleasure of being referred to as “bruh” if the circumstances are right, it's an honor, really :). ...
A Whole Family of Feelings – Preparing for Surgery and a Hospital Stay
Max had surgery last week. Three pretty routine procedures - ear tubes and the removal of adenoids and tonsils. But with the myriad of other things he has going on, they kept us overnight (which eased my Mama heart in the best way). I was grateful to know we had...
Finding Our Way
I’ve been trying to figure out how to best describe my brain as of late. And I think the closest I can come is a can of alphabet soup that someone has shaken…vigorously. There’s so much swirling around up there and I haven’t had the time or space to sort through it...
Comparison: The Thief of Joy
“Comparison is the thief of joy.” The famous quote by Teddy Roosevelt - and now the title of this post - just hit me with an incredible irony. I identify a word or phrase for each new year. Last year my phrase was “protecting my peace as fiercely as I protect my...
The Promise of a Fresh Start
I’ve always loved the idea of a new year. A clean slate, new beginning, the promise of simpler, different, less. I’m not sure, however, that I’ve ever yearned for that more than right now. As I sit in my relatively quiet house (Max and I are the only ones up) and...
Emotional Support Oreos
Max and I are both adjusting to our new normal since he was withdrawn from school two weeks ago. It’s both wonderful and difficult with peaks and valleys by the minute some days. We’re working really hard to establish a routine in our quest to find the perfect...