When I finally got to hold you, my heart was already yours, Down Syndrome or not.
Our picture perfect family didn’t end up exactly as planned. As the months went by and my belly grew, plans were in place to bring three precious little babies home from the hospital.
Though I nod along sympathetically with other parents—the ones who tear up at the mere mention of school—I don't fully relate to them.
Have I gotten so old that I now have to be treated like a child by my child?
I couldn’t feed my baby. Those words still haunt me.
I am in the space between experienced mom and new mom.
I call it the Spring Slog: the weeks in March when my kids’ enthusiasm for school is at its lowest ebb
A stepmom learns many lessons after trying to throw the perfect birthday party for her son.
I could hardly contain my heart under my ribs at her birthday circle the next day, as a room of tiny souls who adore my girl proclaimed their love for her hugs, her playground skills, her smile.
The nervous hand wringing of a bride-to-be, the sickening cries of a teenage girl remind me that this life is layered beautiful and violent, heartbreaking and deeply fulfilling.