Motherhood, My Kids

An Open Letter to My Oldest: Being Your Mother is a Pleasure

I woke up today and my husband told me that it was our oldest daughter's birthday. He says she turns 7 today. And, I just don't understand how this could be true. How can this be real? Seven? Really? But she was just born last week. It was just last week that I rocked her… Continue reading An Open Letter to My Oldest: Being Your Mother is a Pleasure

My Kids

Underestimating Dane

From the time Dane was born until about a year ago I spent alot of time crying in rebellion and frustration at how difficult he was to live with and parent. I had anxiety any time we were in public. I knew that I could not control him in virtually any capacity and that onlookers… Continue reading Underestimating Dane

My Kids

About Dane

Dane is three and half years old and for almost all three and a half years I have known that something was off. I verbalized this regularly to family and friends mostly because that's what I do--say out loud everything I think or feel or worry about. That's how I know what I'm even feeling or thinking--I hear… Continue reading About Dane