Repost from October 8, 2008 I’ve decided that motherhood is the GED equivalent to attending seminary because I seem to have acquired priest-like privileges these days. I go around blessing peoples’ hearts left and right like it’s nobody’s business. Being Southern, blessing hearts comes with the territory. I remember witnessing my mother bestowing blessings toContinue reading “Bless Your Heart”
She is fire-filled words unspoken. She is waiting for her perfect undoing And it will create worlds within her without her. Flames flow through her thinned veins waiting for something to ignite. And when it does she will create worlds of her own.
I did my daily tarot pull this morning and turned over the Judgment card from The Linestrider’s Tarot deck. My first thought was who’s judging me and what are they judging me about? Then, as if on cue, the Universe poked me and I thought wait a minute. I don’t need anyone else to judgeContinue reading “Messages from the Universe”
When you are the parent of a special needs child there are certain things you don’t say aloud for fear of giving others the wrong impression. So we hold them in. And we feel alone. And we feel like bad parents for even having these feelings. What typical parents see is us “just doing it”Continue reading “Things That Aren’t Talked About”
Check out my interview with Kara Ryska of The Special Needs Mom podcast! Please leave a comment if you listen. And be sure to check out Kara’s other interviews!
I don’t feel like myself. In fact, lately I don’t feel like anyone.
My son has special needs. He bears the weight of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD) daily, but I’m not writing this for him. I’m writing this for the all of the parents and loved ones who must learn how to live with OCD as well. I’m not trying to diminish the burden he carries; believe me,Continue reading “Just Keep Moving (a repost)”
Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans. John Lennon, Beautiful Boy Between the hours of three through seven-ish, I have a hard time regulating myself. I often feel depressed during these hours. I’ve never understood why. Recently, I had a friend suggest that part of the issue might be thatContinue reading “Things Here Are Different”
Christmas has evolved in my house. It’s not a welcome evolution, but an inevitable one. I’ve watched it’s descent over the past few years, all the while wishing it would take a different exit. But it never does. The evolution is called growing up – the kids, not me. I will forever be a Peter Pan girl, and I hope my boys retain some of that as well.
And amid all the chaos, Thanksgiving rolls on in as if we aren’t in the middle of a global pandemic. Thanksgiving. As in giving thanks for things that have been given. I’m thankful right now for what hasn’t been given to me – COVID-19. As I was cooking for my family I started thinking aboutContinue reading “Grateful versus Thankful”