By Moriah Couch I Want To Give You as Much Time as Possible To Be Kids
Dear kids, I'm not a perfect mom. In fact, I'm not a perfect anything. I'm flawed, I'm human, and I…
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I Will Walk This ‘Different’ Life With You, My Child
Lying in bed one night I began to ponder the meaning of "different." One adjective that can hold such power…
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I Desperately Want You To Understand Our Autism World
When I tell others my son has autism, most of the time they have no idea what I mean. I…
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By Lisa Brown It Takes a Special Dad To Raise a Special Child
It takes a special dad to raise a special child. Sometimes you may feel you are unnoticed after having a…
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It Could Be Worse—But It’s Still Hard
It could be worse . . . I have repeated these four words while lying in bed crying, feeling helpless…
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Dear Son, I Love You Just As You Are
I spent the first four years of my son’s life in a frantic state of hope. A hope that he…
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I Wish I Could Hear Him Say ‘I Love You’
If I had one wish, just one. . . my wish would be that my son’s voice would unlock. That…
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They Were Wrong About You
I remember watching you line objects all around the house, down every hallway. Didn’t matter what it was—trains, a hairbrush,…
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When My Well Runs Dry, Jesus Refreshes My Soul
There are many days I simply feel empty. I am unable to mentally or emotionally process any new information. The…
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Sometimes You Just Have To Love Your Way Through
Sometimes . . . you just have to love your way through. My son is 16. He is semi-verbal on…
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Summer is Harder For Parents Raising Children With Special Needs
It's summer and all of the kids are home. As any stay-at-home mom would tell you, summertime is not easy…
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By Charmaine Johnson-Fuller There’s No Rule Book For Grieving the Loss of a Child
Here’s a disclaimer: I’ve been writing this article for six months. I’d start and stop. My excuses ranged from “no…
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