The question I got asked this week was, “Is she deaf?” As a mom of a daughter with special needs, I’m used to answering questions people have—or reading peoples’ faces when they have questions but are too uncomfortable to ask. This was the first time I had been asked this particular question, but when I […]
As a first time mom of a daughter with Cerebral Palsy, I didn’t spend much time at playdates with other kids Jaxlee’s age. I preferred to hang out with my friends who didn’t have kids or friends whose kids were significantly older than mine. Looking back, I realize this was an act of protection and […]
As a first time mom of a daughter with Cerebral Palsy, I didn’t spend much time at playdates with other kids Jaxlee’s age. I preferred to hang out with my friends who didn’t have kids or friends whose kids were significantly older than mine. Looking back, I realize this was an act of protection and […]
While I wouldn’t consider myself a tom-boy, I grew up playing sports, riding bikes outside with the neighbor kids, and taking dance classes just like a lot of my peers. When I pictured myself raising kids, I pictured the same things for them. After I had my first baby, the visions of these childhood activities […]
While I wouldn’t consider myself a tom-boy, I grew up playing sports, riding bikes outside with the neighbor kids, and taking dance classes just like a lot of my peers. When I pictured myself raising kids, I pictured the same things for them. After I had my first baby, the visions of these childhood activities […]
The other night I was sitting around a dinner table with a couple of new mom friends. We were taking care of ourselves– out at a rooftop restaurant, sipping on drinks, and talking without interruption. It was everything we all needed: the food, the drinks, and the connection. But as we kept talking and getting […]
The other night I was sitting around a dinner table with a couple of new mom friends. We were taking care of ourselves– out at a rooftop restaurant, sipping on drinks, and talking without interruption. It was everything we all needed: the food, the drinks, and the connection. But as we kept talking and getting […]