Today, my baby, who is now really my middle child (as of 7 weeks ago), turns 4. My little Phoenix Leo. A name that absolutely demands strength. A boy who’s body betrays him. Weak muscles and plagued with fatigue. But that’s the only weak thing about him. This boy is fierce. He is strong willed. …
Hey, kid. I’m so grateful to be talking to you again in this sort of context. The last time I wrote to you, I was pretty upset over some “conversations” (?) that took place between your (adoptive) dad and I. The conversation wasn’t initiated by me, yet it left me feeling………so many things. Awful? In …
My son is sick. His birthday is in exactly 2 weeks. He’ll be 3 years old. (And no, I’m not okay with it.) He is the unfortunate recipient of a horrible genetic disorder, along with his older brother, gifted by none other than myself. The way genetic disorders work in families, each member can experience …
I don’t like this picture. But it’s also my favorite. It’s a telling picture, to say the least. It’s not an attractive photo of me by any means, I look exhausted at best. But it’s one that means the most to me. What you can’t see from this angle is his little hand. He’s reaching …
I had a doctor appointment this morning. Which honestly, is an accomplishment in it of itself. Last year when things were getting really bad for me, my therapist was starting to get kind of mad that I refused to go to a doctor. For some reason I just hate going. Ever since I was a …
I don’t know the word to fill in the blank. I don’t think it’s gremlins, I don’t think it’s monsters. Maybe animals? But I am definitely living a life of chaos right now. Parents out there…you hear me, right? Man. We all have those periods of time where it just feels like every single day …
Covid has stolen a lot from all of us. Directly or indirectly, it’s messed with all of our lives. In an enormous way. A few weeks ago, someone close to me lost their husband to it. One of my best friends is now struggling and fighting for her life because of it. She is in …
The return “home” was harsher than I hoped. We got home just after my boys were in bed, but not yet asleep. We went in to say hello and goodnight, give them big hugs and all that, but it wasn’t that easy. My 4 year old took it in stride, was happy to see us …
We are flying home today. I’m actually sitting on the plane right now writing this. To be honest, I’m dreading going home. (Not to mention the covid fear induced panic attack in the airport. 😞 ) I’m double masked, obsessively sanitizing and giving a slight evil glare to anyone who even considers coughing near me, …
We have a saying in my house. My boys know it well. “It’s not my job to make you happy.” You might disagree with me, but hear me out. My boys might get upset with me if I tell them no, if I say they can’t watch TV, if I don’t give them a snack …
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