Leap of Faith

Six months ago, a friend added me to a group for parents with kids who have developmental delays as well as autism. I read up, researched the protocol and then started calculating all the costs I have invested for different treatments that may help my daughter become more successful.

The oils--I was already a distributor but I bought bottles to rub on her feet, her spine and put in her bath. She smelled delightful but I never saw a huge difference.

The drops-- I spent an hour on the phone with the company, racked up a bill of nearly $200.00 and she refused any and all drops that I put in her applesauce, drinks, yogurt and then became adverse to all those food I tried to supplement. Drat.

There was the idea that she could get all she needed from her foods but when you have a sensory kiddo finding the right balance just didn't make sense to me.

The GF/CF Diet. Okay, great, the GF worked and still does. She turns into "babyzilla" when she has gluten causing her major tummy …

What is Inclusion? Really? Does it Work? What is the Future for Education?

I don't know if this blog will ever make it public, how long it will be or exactly what I am trying to accomplish. Sometimes I write for others, for education for experience and other times, I write for me because honestly, sometimes my spoken words are a mess.

Years ago, as a child, I stood by and watched as my mother, the best teacher I know carefully incorporated children with disabilities into her classroom. Growing up in an affluent area, it was imperative that each of these children have the opportunity to grow successfully to reach their full potential and I have no doubt that the children my mother brought under her wing in their earliest of years had the best start the parents could have imagined. I remember watching as she prepared, carefully, planning for each child, their individual needs and the class as a whole. I remember my mother's tears as one student passed away and her honesty and ability to bring the class an understanding that most children at 5 should ne…

Unreasonable Hope~Chad Veach

I had forgotten. Forgotten what it was like to see God. To feel God. To know God. I remember back to my early days of pregnancy with Seraphina as I stood before my church congregation proclaiming one of the Seven Last Words. "It is finished". How I looked at those words given to me by a Deacon whom I trusted wholly. I stood there proclaiming the strength we could find within God even in darkness. The darkness I had just felt, losing my young cousin Clare. As I stood there, my parents looked on. How important it was, my relationship with God. How it had gotten me through so much and then out of no where, it was gone. "It was finished."

Sure, I went through the motions. I was raised to be a good Catholic. I grasped at straws as I drove my family to confession, cradling my newly diagnosed child with me in my arms, as my husband and I switched off in the car watching the children as we confessed our sins. How I wanted this relationship that I had built for 35 years to…

Sibling Support~Three Ways to Help Get the Others Involved

I could drive this post in the direction of the brief moments of sadness that I felt as I listened to my daughter scripting today as her siblings surrounded her due to the snow day but honestly, it won't make it go away-just yet and there was more that I witnessed I feel others could find helpful.

Seraphina is number 5, that means long before her arrival, I was on the parenting train doing my best and honestly felt fairly successful-most err, some of the time.  At least I had some sort of idea as to how to work with my kids, teach them what was needed and get them prepared to enter into the world academically and socially or as well as any other preschooler can. Seraphina has however thrown that game and the book I had mastered out the window, in fact I am not so sure there ever was an exact manual but it seemed I wasn't floundering under water waiting for a life ring.

Its all different. I wouldn't change the fact I am learning but the learning curve is steep when you don&…

Feeling Fine

Last year all my friends were talking about Elderberry syrup. As a fairly homeopathic momma I was intrigued and interested but often it seems anything I make turns to be more costly than anything I buy so I put the idea out of my head and decided I would stick to my doTerra products, specifically OnGuard and Epsom salt baths to reduce cold and flu symptoms all winter long. It worked but there were a few viruses that I had to resort to those store brand products to get me through. As a mom its so important to feel well because when Momma isn't well, the house doesn't run as well either.

This year however one of my kind friends delivered homeopathic goodness to my door. That famed elderberry syrup. Elderberries are known to boost immune fighting capabilities and help to lessen or shorten cold or flu viruses. I couldn't wait to try it and though we had been taking the small doses daily, I hadn't yet needed to see if it "worked" on a cold or flu.

While you can in…

Mindful Me

This last year went by in a blur and it ended with my mom noting that I didn't seem happy. Truth was, I was so busy with so much that I didn't take the time to enjoy each day. The email could have stung, but she was right, I wasn't happy. The year had so much trying to keep my head above water proved to be fruitless.

I can't change what was and though the year was not in any way a loss and also had amazing blessings, I didn't want a repeat of the year.

Last night as I lay in bed, I began to think of my goals. They weren't what they have been in years before, "lose 10 pounds", "exercise daily", "yell less". Instead they were "be present", "be thankful", "be mindful" and finally "CHOOSE TO MAKE ME HAPPY" not selfishly but to give my family the best of me. They deserve it. I do too. There will be no more excuses. I won't hide behind my feelings. I will communicate effectively (BA in Interper…

To My Kids

Dear Children,

Thank you for learning to roll with it in times when I could not. I remember the day I realized your sister was different. We packed up and left vacation early. With two of you riding home with your dad and I, two stayed behind and that would be the beginning of our lives changing. Forever.

I think you four knew, before I did that your sister had changed but this vacation solidified what I believed and I left a part of my heart behind in the home I grew up spending summers in, the part of my life that I never knew was normal, was gone.
In the days and weeks that followed, you listened intently as I made calls to doctors, nurses, teachers and friends insisting that something was different and something was wrong. You watched as my anxiety skyrocketed and the once fairly fun mom became one that was stuck on worry hyper drive day in and out.
As she turned two and wasn't talking, you began to work. You listened. You tried to have her listen. You spoke, you asked her to …