“It is what it is.”

It is what it is.

Those five words came out of my mouth before I realized how silly they sounded, while also summing up exactly what I was feeling.

“It is what it is.”

I was at the church office to pick up C’s school supplies. Two days earlier, his teacher approached me when I was dropping him off for school. He was making seven or eight trips to the bathroom during his three-hour school day. He is too scared to go to the bathroom alone, so a teacher had to leave the classroom to escort him to the bathroom and wait outside the door until he was done. Sometimes he was in there for 10 minutes at a time.

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Back to Balance with the Morning Routine

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Trying on their backpacks #BackToBalance #ad

I don’t know when I got old enough to have a child in preschool. Last week, I found myself at preschool drop off surprised by how quickly my baby boy grew into a preschooler. It may have been my tired eyes or the nervous boy clinging to my legs, but I had to quickly wipe away the tear that fell onto my cheek. How did we get here?

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Fear and Special Needs Parenting

Fear and Special Needs Parenting

Whenever I hear parents extraneously worrying about a child’s aches, pains or viruses, I find myself wishing that the fear in which I operate was that simple. For me, fear is the accomplice of special needs parenting. I may not want it to be there. I may not like it there. But, it’s there.

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C’s First Day of School

Starting a new routine that includes school drop off is just plain weird! I do not know how my child got so big so quickly. Even with all the challenging days and nights, I don’t know how we arrived at preschool so quickly. I was apprehensive about today. He was leaving my care for a few hours. How could I be sure his needs were being met? How could I know he was okay?

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Tomorrow, you start school.

Tomorrow you start school. #LittleMamaJama

You reached over the bed rail for my hand. I squeezed it tightly, gazing into your eyes. I love you, my child. My heart.

As I looked at you and gave your little hand a squeeze, I was brought back to the countless nights I rocked you to sleep. I slept in the rocking chair with you many days and nights, because you would not sleep any other way. I held you, rocked you, breathed in your sweetness.

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Behind the Selfie: The True Story about our Night

Behind the Selfie The Truth about our Night

Baby Jo and I took this selfie last night. You see our smiles, but you can’t see anything but this brief moment in time. That’s the problem with selfies. We see all these smiling faces plastered over social media, but do we really know what’s going on? What’s the story behind the selfie?

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