My Son Used to Think I Hung the Moon
He used to think I hung the moon. When he was little, he looked for me in every room. We’d…
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I Miss the Fingerprints on the Glass
The absence of fingerprints is loud. I know, I know. We’ve heard it a million times before from seniors and…
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I Am My Child’s Voice
Having my medically complex child changed me. For those who don’t know, I was an incredibly shy, quiet, and self-conscious…
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By Melinda Tarcon But God, He’s My Son
She sits curled up as tight as she can make herself, in the corner of the sofa. She has never…
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By Mary Kate Hom I See Jesus in My Son’s Dirty Hands
I never anticipated how much dirt and sweat and tears and stink would come with being a mom—and a boy…
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There’s Nothing Better than My Boy’s Hugs
There's nothing better than his hugs. It's been said that autistic people lack empathy. That couldn't be farther from the…
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By Jamie Mohrman You Are the Beat of My Heart
Mama. Mom. Mother. We are the holders of toys sidelined on a walk, jackets shed within minutes of going outside,…
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By Stephanie Whitehead The Light of Adoption
Light—it comes in many different forms. From the sun during the day and sometimes the moon at night. From a…
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Please See My Child for More than His ADHD
When you see us in the store, you see a wild little boy who’s usually trying to run away from…
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To the Parents Raising My Child’s Future Spouse
Oh, hey there friend, you don’t know me yet or maybe you do, but at least for now neither of…
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By Wendy C Helping Your Child Through Separation Anxiety Is Heartbreaking
I could sense it unfolding even though I had personally never experienced it before. The extra long hug. The tightness…
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By Elizabeth Ascik I Promise to Show Up for You
My child, I hope you know you can count on this: I will show up for you. I will show…
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