In a way, knowing about a fatal disease, such as GM1, is a blessing. It gives you a little more perspective and appreciation for the little things. None of us knows when we will die, but we can be grateful everyday for what we have.
Posts in the "Getting Through Hard Times" category:
My ride home was an uphill climb. On tough days, I decided I couldn’t do it. On good days, I knew I could do anything. Either way, I always got home, but my success was directly related to my expectations. Eventually, I learned my success was ultimately up to me.
Do you ever fall into the trap of loving your children, but wishing they were different? Or loving who you wish they would be, instead of who they are? Have you ever caught yourself thinking, “What is wrong with this kid? Why can’t he/she just..?” If so, read on.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve always wanted to be passionate about my work. Waking up each day excited about work was my goal! But the moment my son was born, I knew I didn’t want to go back to my job.
I would ask myself, “But how? How can I make it every day with pain that is so deep and dark? How do I keep going?” I soon realized I did not have to take it day by day. I could simply do minute by minute, slowly working through the cycle of grief while holding onto hope for a better tomorrow.
Often what is depicted on social media and blogs are solely the thrilling adventures of living abroad. But what about the initial adaptation period? What about the culture shock, homesickness, and loneliness? If you are an expatriate mother, I want you to know you are not alone.
The media may love a good fight… but moms do NOT! Is it even possible to keep our kids from fighting? Maybe not 100% of the time, but there are lots of ways to drastically reduce the fighting in our homes. Here are three moms’ ideas for calling a cease-fire on the fights.
Before my due date, I lost count of how many times people told me about sleep deprivation. Looking back, I think this is because it’s their overriding memory of life with a newborn. It’s their way of saying, “‘Welcome to the club; it’s one hell of a ride.”
More often than not, the people around us, those we love and those we don’t love yet, are wearing brave faces. It’s likely that you’re doing the same in at least one aspect of your life right now.
It’s a well-recorded and bemoaned fact that mothers don’t get sick days. In this profession, if I were to check out for a day to nurse a sub-par body, 1) chaos would ensue and, 2) number 1 wouldn’t even have a chance to happen because the small humans for whom I work would not let […]
In our family, we do kind. We do hugs. We do trust. We do second chances. We do loud (really well)! We do love. We also do mental illness. Here are some of my favorite strategies and resources for understanding and managing mental illness.
When I was pregnant with my first child I went twelve days past my due date. Twelve days. I remember feeling like I had prepared for a big vacation, packed my bags, taken time off work, then shown up at the airport to find the flight had been canceled.