Throw Back Thursday, blog style. This post was originally posted last spring. I was a bit, ahem, ticked off.
What happens when you begin to lose faith? In perspective we haven’t been on this journey long. Five years is nothing when compared to other children’s battles. Having a child undiagnosed with unexplained ailments compared being a parent whose child is fighting a life threatening illness is insignificant in comparison. Continue reading
Having friends that have sons rather than daughters I can attest that raising girls versus boys are different experiences. Parents, like my own, that raised each gender tell me that raising their boy-child was/is different than raising their girl-child. All camps would probably agree that the grass is way greener on the other side. Well, if we could see the grass.
This is Cape Cod people! Where’s the beach?
This Throw Back Thursday post was originally published on October 25, 2012.
Last night I had dinner out (yeah me, no kids!) with a very good friend of mine. We talked about how incensed I was over Ann Coulter’s remarks. It was obvious from the amount of Facebook posts I had done over the past 24 hours that I was more than a little irritated. Continue reading
Have you seen the GEICO commercial, “Words Hurt”. Funniest freaking commercial out there. It cracks our family up every time we view it.
Then Abby said to me (in all seriousness): You know mom, words really do hurt. They just don’t leave a bruise. Continue reading
Like most children with sensory processing issues, Bridget prefers to walk on her toes. Which is cute and if she had a desire to become a ballerina and dance on pointe we would save tons of money on professional training. Instead we had to worry if Bridget preferred to walk on her toes or if she was unable to put her heel down and walk normally.
Dear Mother Nature,
I know you have a very tough job. There are four seasons you must control. People complain all the time. March is to raw, April to rainy. My sinuses! It’s too hot. My hair, it’s too humid. The snow. I get it. Being a mother is a thankless job. As a mother myself I understand how hard it is to remain chipper with all the whining. Continue reading
(Un)Diagnosed and still okay 