Autism
Mr. Independent

Mr. Independent

My boys are in 4th and 5th grade. They had a dance tonight. I thought nothing much of it except to wonder if they’d let me take pictures (since I had to be there with Dane anyway). I mean, of course I would be there, Dane’s nine, in a wheelchair and his home health aide...
Called

Called

I hated kids – when I was one. I never babysat, because they hated me back. I had no idea that they would save me one day… but they did. I’m struggling with today. I am struggling to admit that I’m human, much less American, Midwestern, Pennsylvanian… It’s never made any difference to me AT...
Anyone Want to Start a School?

Anyone Want to Start a School?

Every year, about this time, I wander around the house, void of common sense, unable to successfully fake socially acceptable behavior or remotely control my emotions in any way. I dread the first day of school for many, many reasons. Let’s be honest. My children are not ‘normal’ by any stretch of the imagination. I...
Dinner Out...

Dinner Out…

My husband and family love food – so do I. Because I weigh nothing and eat like a bird, most people find that comment to be BS, but it’s true. I want to go out to eat. I really do. I want to try new things, taste new flavors, experience other cultures… But I have...
Boo! Hoo... :(

Boo! Hoo… :(

Yesterday my son brought home a letter stating that they were canceling Halloween at his elementary school. Needless to say, that went over like a brick. It’s no secret that I love Halloween. It’s no secret that I love my sons. You threaten to take away one, upsetting the other, and it’s no secret that...
A Moment Please

A Moment Please

How do we get through to him? He’s disinterested. We can’t force him to be engaged. He just doesn’t care and if he doesn’t care, we can’t make him. It’s almost as if Jett had heard our conversation. But he couldn’t have, could he? He was in his room, door closed, IPad on, attention diverted....
No, You're Not.

No, You’re Not.

Jett threw down his #2 pencil and sincerely spewed, “I’m Stupid!”. My heart sank. We’d been at it for what felt like hours. It’s 3RD GRADE MATH for crying out loud. How hard can it be??? Yet, there I was, sitting there thinking, “No my son, I don’t get this either. I’M stupid”. I know that I’m...
Get it???

Get it???

It’s weird to actually ‘get’ my kids. I mean REEEAAALLY get them, but I do. It’s hard for me to bite my tongue when Jett says he refuses to work in groups. It’s excruciating to force Dane into social situations when he’d rather just hang back in his room and let the company come to...
Lucky

Lucky

I am lucky because my son, Dane, was born with cerebral palsy, yet he is healthy and, without a doubt, the person I understand, and probably understands me, the most. I am lucky because my son Jett is on the autism spectrum, which likely had a hand in making him the most creative person I...
Remember Me

Remember Me

How will my sons remember me?  Will they remember when I was at home, at their school, on stage, a certain role in a movie or maybe screaming like a crazed lunatic at someone that (I felt) might do them harm? I know how I remember my mom.  And no, she’s not gone.  She’s alive...
Much More... with Friends.

Much More… with Friends.

That’s me, pretending to know what I’m doing.  I didn’t.  I never wanted to get married, much less have kids, and then two kids… both with special needs, but there I was. Bottle in hand (theirs AND mine) I managed to pull it together, just enough, every single day to get through colic, cerebral palsy,...
No Apology

No Apology

I will not apologize for being happy.  No – I – won’t.  I read through my Facebook feed and see snarky comments from people who seem somehow offended by the happiness of others, doubting their sincerity, and chastising the cheerful for our seemingly endless fits of personal delight. Well, truth is, I’m not ALWAYS deliriously happy.  Please!...