I Give You Permission

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What is it with our culture that we have to pretend that everything is OK and the world is just ducky?

Seriously. Who’s with me?

I have been in more than one conversation over the last couple of weeks where I have been told to basically suck it up and move on.

Really?

I am the mom of a special needs child.

There. I said it. And it isn’t easy to say.

My challenge in this reality is he basically appears to be like any other

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Hide and Seek

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I was trying to hide. I just wanted to sit and write and not see anyone I knew. That morning I’d had an incredibly frustrating doctor’s appointment that left me with more questions than answers. Leaving the office emotionally and spiritually drained, I decided against visiting my usual writing spot. Instead, I went to the coffee shop across the street from the doctor’s office. I never go there and was certain I’d avoid seeing anyone I knew.

After an hour of writing, I looked up and saw a

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Broken Pieces No More

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I recently took my kids to a local glass art shop in town for open studio. The kids wanted to make Christmas ornaments, and we sat around big tables with piles of broken, colored glass in the center. We gently picked through the pieces of glass finding just the right
colors and shapes to make their ornaments.

The kids carefully arranged pieces into a mosaic on a solid piece of new glass. The shopkeeper later fired their pieces, melting the broken pieces and new pieces together into

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Hold my hand

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I fear I have passed my paranoia of all things medically related to my daughter. Not too long ago I nearly passed out getting x-rays at the chiropractor’s office (yes, I said x-rays!). I once passed out in high school while getting an immunization for a missions trip. One moment the nurse was informing me of all the reactions I may have to the vaccine. The next moment,  I was staring at a poster of Barney the dinosaur on the ceiling in a room across the hall.

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