With Easter just days away, part of me feels the need to be in a mindset of celebration. After all, Easter is all about victory (and apparently a bunny that delivers baskets full of chocolate and those disgusting chicks made out of marshmallow)! However, I find myself paused. Standing still as the world rushes towards Easter morning,… Continue reading Where Was God?
I’m waist deep in the comparison game. Every day starts and ends with all that I didn’t do well…all that I’m not. It’s suffocating and all-consuming. A longing to measure up to anyone who’s ever given me the impression that I’m less than. Haunted by the evil that’s shattered me, shame weighing me down until I can’t… Continue reading Giving In To Grace
I’ve shared this part of myself with very few people (until now). It’s almost a taboo subject. At least, that’s the impression I’ve gotten from almost every person I have opened up to. When I mention the mourning involved with being a special needs parent, I’m usually met with awkward silence followed by a well-meaning but totally cliche… Continue reading Joy In The Mourning
In the five years since our daughter was diagnosed with Autism, we’ve seen just about every type of specialist there is. Determined to get her as much help as possible as soon as possible, we put her in every kind of therapy recommended from day one. Speech Therapy, Occupational Therapy, Play Therapy, Special Education…our early parenting days… Continue reading The Truth About Therapists
I married a nerd. I’ve become well versed in all things Superhero by association. Though I fought it for a while, I finally gave in to the reality that one or more of my children would probably become nerds, on some level, themselves. Slowly, I’ve found myself accepting the action figures, trading cards and comic books… Continue reading What It Takes To Be A Superhero…The Ramblings Of A Nerd’s Wife
I had surgery yesterday. I knew going in that I’d be bedridden for a week. Like many moms, I believed that everything would fall apart if I wasn’t around to hold it all together. The whole thing made me cringe and sent me into a frenzy of cleaning and prepping for my recovery time. I wanted… Continue reading Beneath The Surface
