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Thank you Sargento for sponsoring this post, all opinions expressed are my own. It’s no secret that I’m not the best cook. I like recipes that are easy to execute, are…
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“What good are wings without the courage to fly?” There are moments in our lives that shape us. Moments that push us to better ourselves — to step out of our…
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RSVP and birthday parties A few weeks ago, I was playing with my then three-year-old son, Jude, when I noticed an eyelash on his cheek. Playfully, I asked him to make…
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Go after your dreams! Society puts so much emphasis on success that it prevents many of us from going after our dreams – from going after what makes us happy, what…
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Thank you Bona for sponsoring this post, all opinions expressed are my own. One year in our new home, hardwood floors as good as new We’ve lived in our house for…
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How do you do it? People often ask me, “how do you do it,” with regard to raising a severely autistic child. And, “how do you stay happy? Or, “how…
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Wandering and autism If you follow me on Instagram, you know that I went through a difficult moment this weekend. Charlie ran away when we were downtown. He was doing fine,…
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“Why are you doing this to your son?” “Are you trying to turn him gay?” Boys and princess dresses Jude is a boy. He loves cars, dinosaurs, soccer, and superheroes.…
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My French crêpe recipe I’m a self-proclaimed bad cook but as a French person, you can trust me on a few things when it comes to recipes. One of them is…
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Anxiety has a way of ruining good things that happen to me. Even when I’m happy, it comes creeping on me like dark overcast clouds over my sunny day. I convince…
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I’m a resourceful mom, though, so I’ve learned to use @sargentocheese as bait in fun recipes with other foods I want him to eat... hint-hint... protein and veggies 😜 These cute little turkey and cheese pinwheels have become an instant favorite at our house, and that makes my mama-heart happy.
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![[excerpt from my book, All Across The Spectrum, about autism and regressions]
With autism, I always feel like I’m playing a balancing act, trying to find a happy medium with everything. The balance between espousing autism acceptance and also making sure that people realize that autism is a disability. There are beautiful moments of sincere hope and more sobering moments reminding you to be realistic with your expectations. I remember some initial feelings of pure happiness and hope after Charlie spoke for the first time. I wanted to believe we had turned a corner. This was finally it, Charlie was going to start communicating and the past five years would just become a distant memory of an old lifetime. A struggle that was no longer mine. I imagined myself looking back on tougher times with a smile, knowing they had been put to bed. I could almost see it. Almost feel it.
But I also remember the nagging doubt, the feeling that this was too good to be true and that his breakthrough could just be another blip on the radar, not to resurface for a long time to come. That’s what autism does. It gives you what you want for a few days, weeks, maybe months, and then it takes it away. Cruel. Heartless. It gives just so it can take.
I try not to hang my happiness on those moments of progress anymore. I feel it, try to let it warm every fiber of my body for a day; two if I’m lucky, and then let go. I let it go. Experience has taught me that progress with Charlie has an expiration date, like a hot summer camp romance. It’s the best thing in the entire world in that moment and you relish every fleeting second because you know it will come to an end and you’ll be left heartbroken.
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Swipe for bts/I vacuumed the field afterwards. I’m a good girl 💁🏻♀️](http://scontent-frx5-1.cdninstagram.com/vp/15e0a8174eb07f23083a0c2ed78bd136/5E08616D/t51.2885-15/e35/c0.9.1440.1440a/s320x320/69896430_375159733138085_1108492367200420611_n.jpg?_nc_ht=scontent-frx5-1.cdninstagram.com&_nc_cat=105 "[excerpt from my book, All Across The Spectrum, about autism and regressions]
With autism, I always feel like I’m playing a balancing act, trying to find a happy medium with everything. The balance between espousing autism acceptance and also making sure that people realize that autism is a disability. There are beautiful moments of sincere hope and more sobering moments reminding you to be realistic with your expectations. I remember some initial feelings of pure happiness and hope after Charlie spoke for the first time. I wanted to believe we had turned a corner. This was finally it, Charlie was going to start communicating and the past five years would just become a distant memory of an old lifetime. A struggle that was no longer mine. I imagined myself looking back on tougher times with a smile, knowing they had been put to bed. I could almost see it. Almost feel it.
But I also remember the nagging doubt, the feeling that this was too good to be true and that his breakthrough could just be another blip on the radar, not to resurface for a long time to come. That’s what autism does. It gives you what you want for a few days, weeks, maybe months, and then it takes it away. Cruel. Heartless. It gives just so it can take.
I try not to hang my happiness on those moments of progress anymore. I feel it, try to let it warm every fiber of my body for a day; two if I’m lucky, and then let go. I let it go. Experience has taught me that progress with Charlie has an expiration date, like a hot summer camp romance. It’s the best thing in the entire world in that moment and you relish every fleeting second because you know it will come to an end and you’ll be left heartbroken.
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Swipe for bts/I vacuumed the field afterwards. I’m a good girl 💁🏻♀️")
