A couple months ago, I discovered a delightful library book nestled on a shelf among the other self-helpers, a genre…
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Parenting
A Question About Your Home
On a sunny Saturday afternoon, my mom dropped me off for my first solo babysitting gig. Though I knew a…
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What To Ask Before You Say “Yes”
When my babysitting career first began in the early nineties, I rarely turned down a request from parents desperate for…
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When You Wonder What’s Important To You
I remember those seasons of parenting when a tiny cherub finally drifted off to sleep at some random time of…
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For the Parents of the Different
Blessed are you who hear the harsh words of pity from the crisp white coats, “I’m sorry…” For the Creator…
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A Common Question Answered: An Interview with My Tweens
In celebration of Down Syndrome Awareness Month, I thought I’d revisit one of the most frequently asked questions of our…
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![When I think back to the early months of motherhood, those bleary-eyed, overwhelming days (nights?) of colic and learning the needs of my first born, I can hardly believe we're here.
The toddler who traipsed around in Huggies and heels, singing made-up tunes and chatting with her hilarious imaginary friend, Lackey, outgrew my heels two years ago. And for the past year, I've been looking up to her--literally.
The longer I parent, the more I discover this gift to be one long, winding road of learning to let go. From the moment she said, "My do it, Mommy," I knew we had begun to leave the days of her tiny hand snuggled in mine.
And while I know these seasons of greater independence are part of her journey, I'm still surprised when they arrive with another milestone at my door, another invitation to release. Some days I ache to hold on just a little longer.
Happy 17th, Sissy.
You're a gift to our home, to your friends, to this aching world.
[ID: A white teen girl with brown hair in 2 braids, wearing black leggings and a black hoodie, is walking in the woods. Sun beams are coming through the trees as she walks away from the camera.]
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