I have a T-shirt that says, “Seeing the world differently is beautiful. - Autism Awareness.” I bought it shortly after finding out our son is autistic, as I processed what that meant. I knew autism would never change how much I love my son. In fact, it only deepened my desire to work hard at... Continue Reading →
I hear the pitter patter of your feet running from room to room, hiding your favorite toys in closets. You love small spaces. You wrap your arms around me. Your little hands smell like peanut butter, one of the few foods you eat without struggle. You squeeze my elbow - your new stim. “I love... Continue Reading →
I really should know better by now. But no matter how many times I do this, I see a second pink line and hope takes hold for a moment. All I can do is beg God. Please please please make this baby live. I rehearse Daniel 3:18. “The God I serve is able… and He... Continue Reading →
Sometimes it just hurts. I miss you. I wonder what life would be like if you had gotten to stay. Who would you be? Who would I be? I wish I knew. I will. Someday. On days like today I wonder if it was even worth it. Loving I mean. Is the love worth the... Continue Reading →
A huge part of OCD is superstitious beliefs. Really, that’s what it boils down to when you think of all the bad feelings and “signs” which bring about compulsions. Honestly, I’ve never really thought about it much before. I mean, I know I don’t really believe in superstition, but I’m also not anxious to walk... Continue Reading →
The Misplaced Mom 