H”I run in the path of your commands, for you have broadened my understanding” Psalm 119:32 NIV
if there’s a one word description of my daily/weekly life, it’s running. Now before you get the wrong impression, let me make clear I am NOT a “runner”. I don’t lace up running shoes and head out with my headphones and bouncy ponytail – I see those women all over town and admire/envy them – they’re adorable. I’m talking about running around. Racing from one thought to the next, multi -tasking at light speed between multiple coinciding responsibilities, and our car keeping these winter roads hot between therapy appointments, story time, group activities, meetings, etc. Most moms I know are this kind of runner. Special needs moms just replace the usual running to soccer practice or ballet with doctors, therapies, medications, behavior crisis, etc. Continue reading
“Martha, Martha,” the Lord answered, “You are worried and upset about many things, but few things are needed – or indeed only one. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her.”Luke 10:41-42
The jar of pickles in this picture reminded me of the most important lesson that this perfectionist-natured person has ever learned. Perfect is over-rated. Not only is perfect over-rated, but I’ve truly learned that when life is perfect, you miss out on all the best stuff. Continue reading
It’s the most wonderful time of the year! Hear me out. I know that the holidays seem loaded with landmines for special kids. They bring questions, uncertainties, health or emotional crises, party/travel/gift anxieties, or even uncomfortable interactions with well-intentioned family members. I’ve been there, friend, my special guy is about to experience all the highs and lows of his sixteenth Christmas. Continue reading
If I admit something to you that you may find shocking, or at least slightly inappropriate, do you promise to still be my friend? Here it is: I love “The Walking Dead” tv show! My guys got me into it during the first season and I’m hooked. OK, you promised, so now you have to keep reading. This blog isn’t about zombies or guilty pleasures. But the title, “Here’s Not Here” is a quote by one of the main characters this season. It’s how he deals with the reality around him of a post-apocalyptic world.
My latest revelation in the special mom journey, is realizing that – for all those early years, the struggle-to-comprehend years, the more-questions-than-answers years – Here’s not Here. Let me explain, with the help of my (least) favorite prophet, Jeremiah. Continue reading
Here I sit, in the Easter Seals lobby. Extra large Miami Dolphins coffee mug in hand, laptop in front of me, headphones on with Israel & Newbreed’s latest song “My Strength” blasting in my head phones.
“You’re the joy no one can take away, You’re the peace inside I can’t explain! You’re the strength I need, you will always be my strength!”
I will admit to you that I am openly dancing in my seat! Honestly, these people are lucky I have enough self-control to not be clapping or, worse, singing along. So much joy right now.
I am not in a party environment. The joy level here is zero. The parent/guardian/caregiver faces are not celebratory. The whispered conversations seem foreboding. I wonder if the passer-bys think maybe my coffee mug has a little whiskey in it for good measure. Continue reading
Life as a special needs mom is about as far away from Royalty as you can get! Remarkably, however, I have found great wisdom within Esther’s pages. How on earth could I identify with a queen? Well, first of all, Esther wasn’t born a queen. She started out as a regular girl with a less than glamorous, even less than average, life. Then, she kept running into extremely unlikely circumstances. Every step of her journey was completely atypical for someone like her. (sounds more familiar now, right?) Yet God designed each of those steps specifically for a great purpose she could have never fathomed. Continue reading
Not for the first time, I find myself comforting a pregnant momma whose doctors have diagnosed a problem with her unborn child. Prenatal tests and needles have determined her child to be imperfect – medical opinion agrees that termination would be in the family’s best interest. I’ve experienced these conversations before: the doctor provides all of the medical and cognitive complications that very likely will be present at birth. The uphill battle that will ensue for the child to survive, and the imperfections that will remain. I have no issue with doctors presenting the facts for parents to make an informed decision. Families make these impossible decisions every day. My only issue is that doctors cannot inform any parent completely. Their prognosis has no way to include extremely important facts that parents should know. Continue reading
Two years ago I hit “publish” on my first blog post. As soon as I did, something occurred which could never be un-done. I stepped into a new landscape which I had contemplated for several years. I had delayed that moment for so long, because I had not found the perfect timing for it….and I still haven’t.
In honor of the anniversary of making that giant leap, today’s post is about one of the great myths of our generation: Perfect Timing. So many of my friends are currently struggling with the pull or desire to do something or change something, but the perfect timing just won’t present itself. Anyone, in any season of life, can succumb to this vicious cycle, but the special needs mom is perhaps most prone to be defeated by the “I wish I could, but I can’t right now” thought process. Continue reading
Each and every post I write has the same foundation: Redefining the word Special. Seeing that “Special” really is special has changed my life, and has helped me see many other things with a completely new perspective as well. Today I’m talking about redefining, or at least expanding our definition of COURAGE.
“Be strong and courageous” – How many times have I heard sermons or teachings on these four words from the Bible? We recently spent an entire month teaching this theme to our Elementary kids sunday school class. This is one of the overarching messages in the Old Testament for the people of God. Joshua received this emphatic commission before embarking on his epic adventures. King Hezekiah used it in his speech delivered to the people of Jerusalem on the eve of invasion by the Assyrians. But only recently did I discover this instance:
“Then David continued, “Be strong and courageous, and do the work. Dont be afraid or discouraged, for the Lord God, my God is with you. He will not fail you or forsake you. He will see to it that all the work related to the Temple of the Lord is finished correctly.” 1 Chronicles 28:20
“Jesus take the wheel” by Carrie Underwood is playing on an endless loop in my head as I contemplate this post (and now it’s stuck in your head too. You’re welcome). Although it’s a sappy country song, I adore her voice, and I love that chorus. What better response to out-of-control situations in our life? Whenever I feel like I’m in a tailspin, whirlwind or just plain mess, I probably can look down and realize that I’ve totally lost control. Spending a few days this week at a large gathering of special needs families, I was reminded very clearly about the importance of who is in charge. Continue reading
As you may know by now, I frequently contribute blog posts to a site called TheMighty.com. It’s a cool site designed to form a community of individuals with special needs or disabilities where acceptance and understanding take place, and stigma is erased.
They send out a monthly request for stories, with specific topics or assignments. Recently the topic was “Marriage and Special Needs”. I immediately began formulating my response to this request – I am, after all, married. Sounded like a slam-dunk project.
As I wrote, I kept adding more and more disclaimers, apologies, and caveats to the piece. Among my personal friends who are special moms, several are divorced. I have witnessed their struggle, their hard work, their perseverence, and their anguish over every challenging decision. They were so forefront in my mind as I wrote, I was almost ready to cancel the whole thing. I would never ever want those lovely ladies to think that I was somehow judging their provision for their child as less-than.
But then, it struck me. I was apologizing for being married. I was bending over backwards to disqualify my marital status. And that won’t do. My BFFs know I love them, and love their parenting, whether single or married, so I pulled out all the apologies, wrote the article and hit “send” before I could re-read it and change my mind. Continue reading
My heart today is overflowing with gratitude for God’s gift to me of the most special boy. I can’t even describe to you the stark difference between who I was before he came into my life, and who I am now. The world would call him my “typical” son. Oh – that is so mistaken! Continue reading
OK, here it is. The one millionth blog post about Jordan Spieth since Sunday. What? you, my dear friends who spent Sunday afternoon doing laundry, DONT know who that is? Well, that’s ok. Neither did I. Continue reading
Recently while perusing my Facebook stream, I gave my usual overly dramatic eye roll to some quiz about how you rate yourself. Pa-LEASE! Who has time for those stupid quizzes? Then, of course, I quickly gave myself a mental rating without having to suffer through the quiz. (You now can give ME an overly dramatic eye roll). Disclaimer – I do not often lack self-confidence – my initial rating was pretty high. My initial response to any challenge is usually positive and self-assured (you know, glass half full!). But then later that day, alone with my thoughts, I became aware of how poorly I was rating myself on a variety of fronts, throughout the day. You see when I examine the motives of my heart, and weigh all that I know to do versus all that I do, I can be very negative on how I “rate”. Continue reading
Dear “Chromosome 8p duplication & deletion”:
This letter is to inform you that we have decided to let you go. We are aware that when the geneticist originally assigned you to our family, by strapping you around our second child at only 6 months of age, she indicated that you would be with us for life. However, we’ve decided to go in another direction. Continue reading
Ever since I was a little girl, I was just a naturally glass-half-full kinda person. Even the blood coursing through my veins is like a genetically programmed motto: “B Positive!” I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s the way I was raised. It might be because I learned about Jesus when I was very little and just always trusted that verse that says If He is for me, who can be against me? Whatever the reason, being a naturally positive person has been a blessing in my life. I certainly know my share of glass-half-empty people. Inside or outside of Jesus relationships, there are just those people who see the glass as half-empty, smudged, out of style, etc.
Whichever you are today, you can switch to my blood type (figuratively speaking) by simply choosing to do so. Continue reading
I think all of my posts thus far have contained one constant theme: a New Perspective. If you’re new to my blog, take a few minutes to scan through the archived posts and you’ll see the exact same theme a bunch of different ways 🙂 So perhaps I’ve led you to expect that once this lightbulb turns on and you are able to experience a different perspective all will be rosy. Unfortunately, seeing with a new perspective is not like surgically replacing your eyes with new ones, it’s not even like wearing new glasses. You don’t just acquire new perspective and the old is gone, never to return. It is much more like any new (difficult) skill that must be practiced continually, using muscles in new and awkward ways. It is the continuous “renewing of the mind” to which we are encouraged in Romans 12:2. Continue reading
This will be a really busy week for me. Not stressful or hectic, but definitely busy. As I reflect over all the things I’m currently doing, planning, preparing or arranging, it reminds me how Un-Special I’m being. And that makes me really happy!
Sometimes being a special needs mom can become more than just a hat that I wear, but a label that is branded on my heart. In the past, that label has caused me to feel like an alien walking on a planet of unfamiliar creatures. Because my situation is unique, and one that most other people around me can’t even imagine, I am prone to believe I am completely unlike anyone else. That can be dangerous. Continue reading
It’s the most wonderful time of the year! I had decided not to post at all after Thanksgiving. To just let my thoughts and notes marinate for a while, and get back to the blog in 2015. But then Ben said something about it – like it was too long, or I should blog a holiday message – cant remember what exactly he said, but I think he was right…..
Because last week we saw SANTA CLAUS! And I wanted to point that out. I have a few special mommas who read my blog and their kids are a lot younger than my Nick, and the holidays may not feel so festive. Perhaps they bring questions or uncertainties, health or emotional crises, party/travel/gift anxieties, or even uncomfortable interactions with well-intentioned family members. Continue reading
The most dangerous place I ever found myself, was inside the strong fortress that I had built. Early on in my journey, I began fortifying my defenses, brick by brick. If I couldn’t feel anything, it couldn’t hurt me. Of course I didn’t set out to build a fortress, I was just being practical and realistic (two of my “strengths” that often drive others crazy!)
I recently spoke with a mom who is right there, inside that fortress, and I peered over the walls and saw the tears that were perpetually right behind her eyes, and I suddenly remembered all those feelings myself – and wanted to make sure I sound a loud alarm to you all: Tear down the wall! Continue reading