By Charissa Bates Autism Isn’t a Barrier to Success, It’s Just a Different Path
“I’m trying to figure your kiddo out. Just when I think I do, the same approach doesn’t work the next…
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Am I Raising Bad Kids?
Before having kids, I always pictured mine would be the ones who would never do wrong. The ones who would…
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By Rebecca Wood Why I Pray My Kids Get Caught
The principal greeted me at the front door of his office and ushered me to a seat across from his…
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To the Foster Mom Who Keeps Going
Dear Foster Mom, Do you know what day of the week it is? Can you count how many appointments are…
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Autistic and Awesome
My son, Stalen, recently told me, “I am autism.” He typed this to me on his device. I knew sooner…
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By Crystal Fulmer One Day, the Lessons You Taught Them Will Become the Way They Live
Slowly, my job is getting easier. Not because I run a tight ship or because I’m some sort of drill…
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It’s the First and Last Year He’ll Be Wearing My Shoes
When did this happen? My son and I have the same shoe size. The last month, here in the Northeast,…
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The Gift of Slow Time
Years ago, when my husband and I were first getting to know one another, he said to me, “Awara, if…
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Dear Busy Mom, Slow Down and Really See Your Kids
Hey there, busy mom! Why don't you take a minute? Put down that phone and just look at your kiddo.…
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By Liz Koch The Phone Call
The phone rings and my stomach sinks when I see the caller ID. I already know what they’re going to…
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One Day They’ll Look Back and Love That They Shared a Room
Sometimes, I think these brothers need their own space. A room they don’t have to share where their personalities can…
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By Hannah Dearth In An Age of Instant Gratification, Teach Your Kids the Power of Patience
As a parent to growing young children, I hear a lot of repeated questions. Is dinner finished now? Are we…
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