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Seven Easy Ways to Help Your Child’s Teacher Start Sane

Sometimes, I feel like a veteran mom. My oldest is 22 years old this year, and I feel like we have had children in school FOREVER! We kind of have…and when I am not having a pity party about how much older I feel than most of the parents in our youngest two children’s elementary school, I feel like I have a leg up on some of the secrets to staying sane for back to school time. Continue reading “Seven Easy Ways to Help Your Child’s Teacher Start Sane” »

HOW AN AUTISM DIAGNOSIS MADE ME A BETTER MOTHER

This is my baby…my first born…my challenge…the light that made me decide I liked being a mother. I know, he doesn’t look like a baby in this picture. He isn’t. He is now a grown man with plans, and hopes, and dreams. He is an Eagle Scout. He is a college student. He is a boyfriend. He still challenges me. He also has Asperger’s Syndrome.

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The Five Mom Friends No Mom Needs

I am not much of a soapbox girl, and usually you will hear me wax poetic about doing whatever works for you and your family. But, sometimes as a Mom you look around you and realize…there are people in your circle who are stealing your joy. These people sneak up on you, real friendly-like. And then, quickly, you are avoiding their phone calls and rolling your eyes when they talk. Getting these friends out of your inner circle means more peace of mind, more calm, and more loving who you really are. In the end, we all just want to be the best Moms we can…but these Five Mom Friends can steal your joy.

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Why We Stand

He must have been about 6 years old at the time, and the question came seemingly out of the blue. “Why do we stand when the flag passes by, Mommy?” he asked with that youthful innocence that is so common. As we stood in the hot sun watching a parade, I looked around. We were in the minority that day; many other people were not standing when the flag floated by. Why were we? Continue reading “Why We Stand” »