How I Learned to Love Myself Six years following rehab, I finally put the drink down and started facing life sober. It was terrifying meeting the person that I had become. Allowing others to see me as I was and not who I wanted them…
Two Autism Diagnoses in Three YearsOn April 19th we took our youngest son, Eli to the same doctor that had diagnosed his older brother with autism three years ago. This time it was Eli’s turn to be observed, asked a couple of questions and put through a series of play tasks before diagnosing him with a lifetime disability of autism spectrum disorder.
I had a realization the other night while having dinner with a friend. Although I’m a good mom, I’m not a great one, a simple yet profound realization for me. All this time I thought that all of my mommy efforts, the hundreds of activities that I’ve done with my children were selfless acts of mommy love and that’s simply not true.
In November, my husband’s campaign for local office ended in victory on election night. Almost a year of talking politics, strategies and campaigning was finally over. The best part was that he won! I should have been elated, right? We should be basking in the afterglow of a long and tiresome campaign season coming to an end. Instead I felt tired and a little sad. We had worked so hard and had been focused on Election Day for so long that when it finally passed, even with a successful win, I didn’t feel much like celebrating.