How is it the second day of fall already? I cannot even wrap my mind around that. The kids have been in school for over a month already, all three girls! I can't believe that either. I have had such great plans for this space but have also been finding myself in a season of... Continue Reading →
I caught a glimpse of myself today in the mirror and smirked. The once smooth and flawless skin I possessed has now been marked by long lines and dark shadows. The whites of my eyes not as bright as they once were and more freckles adorning my cheeks. My face, although completely recognizable and still... Continue Reading →
You just can't compare the two. This age old saying rings so very true the more I grow and learn. Bernadette is finally walking. It is one her most exciting milestones thus far. It has been thrilling to see her build more strength and confidence and progress forward in all of her milestones, but this... Continue Reading →
I'll admit, I hold my breath every time I take Bernadette to the cardiologist. Even when I see any number popping up on my phone from that general area, my heart skips a beat.
I am the mom of toddler. That's right, Bernadette is 2 1/2. I honestly can't even believe it. It seems like just yesterday she was cocooned in my tummy, safe and sound, and there I was, feeling completely unprepared for the unknown journey that lay ahead. Yet, here we are. Two and half years after... Continue Reading →
She has taught me how to create space in my life and include people of all abilities and to love them for who God has created them to be. She is a huge asset to our family and those around us as she teaches us to see life through a lens of compassion and full of love.
The last couple of days have wiped me out. I know part of it is due to my own inability to trust, my default being anxiety. I spin it around and around in my head as the pit in my stomach grows larger and larger. It happens every so often when Bernadette has labs. It... Continue Reading →
I cannot change the past or what I have walked through. Instead, I can acknowledge the presence of the memory and remind myself that by God’s grace, I made it through.
Dear mamas who have gone before me, I know you are out there, hustling. Strong and brave as you forge the way for your child with different abilities. Each and every day you fight for your child to be seen, to be accepted, and included. You advocate hard, with kindness, for your child’s voice to... Continue Reading →