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A lot of parents get really freaked out when they find out their kid has some psychological neurological issues. Although I am not thrilled about the tantrums and the inability to modulate his volume, the OCD? It could be worse. 8 Reasons I am glad my son has OCD He brushes his teeth for 3
Isaiah’s tennis teacher is a saint. He specializes in teaching 4-8 year olds tennis. Enough said. As the mother of an 8-year-old I can personally vouch for how difficult that must be. Oh wait – I forget we are assuming that child is typical. But my child is not typical, and this class includes
Little girl in Isaiah’s archery class, I know you’re too young to understand. I wish I could explain to you that it’s his OCD that makes him move your arrows from the first orange cone to the second. You see the very first time he came to this class that’s how the arrows were set
I keep a pair of earplugs readily located in my epi-pen bag. Today was a hard day. It was a hard day, and I didn’t handle it as well as I could have. Today we went to the zoo. He can only handle the zoo in a stroller. He is 7. Without a stroller, he
I freaked out the boy tonight by announcing we were only going to listen to music now. The TV is making me crazy. It really is. I was a staunch no TV mama until he was 2 and a half. Then he got pneumonia for the first time and there was only so much entertaining
I remember when I was a Political Science major, I had this amazing professor who had us read a whole list of books on Utopias; just so we would be sure that we knew what a Utopia was, and that we didn’t live in one. After my son was born I began reading Young Adult
Living Outside the Box You may think I’m a contradiction. I listen to the Grateful Dead, I buy only organic when I can, I vote conservative. I don’t wear makeup, I buy expensive shampoo, I owned a Bugaboo and I buy most of my clothes at Target. I read my bible everyday, old and new
I looked back at Isaiah from the front seat because a movement caught my eye. “What ya doing, Izze?” “It’s just my tic mom.” “What’s your tic telling you to do?” “It’s telling me to lock and unlock.” We’re at a stoplight so I look behind me and sure enough his hands are making a
If it wasn’t for my son I wouldn’t have a blog. Really. Don’t get me wrong, I love to write, I’ve been working on a novel for 4 years now! I really love to write. But Isaiah is an amazing kid. Through all of his adversity; sensory processing disorder, life threatening food allergies, life
Now we don’t like to be judgy judgers do we? Great. But if you do, you might want to head on over to some other blog right about now. If you’ve read my posts you know that my son has Sensory Processing Disorder, butt wiping is one of the last bastions. So I am basically
