I’m trying to keep this rolling. I know, 30+ parts is a little ridiculous. I should be writing a book and calling them chapters. But whatever, I’m committed now. Read from the beginning here. Pregnant. Tired. Struggling. Raising a neuro-atypical six year old boy with impulse control issues, a loud and beautiful four year old girl who liked to instigate… Read More
History of Me: Part Thirty.
It’s been four months since I’ve added a part to this history. I appreciate you being the most patient readers of all time. I also apologize. It’s been uncomfortable and sad, and I’ve decided to lean into that feeling instead of avoiding it. Onwards. (If you are just joining us, start at part one here. They are a quick read.)… Read More
History of Me: Part Twenty-Nine
Start with the first one. These are getting harder to write. I’m not entirely sure why. I think it’s a combination of less time having passed since I was actually living it, so the feelings are still raw, and that the stories are less “gelled”. I also think that it’s getting closer and closer to when Rory died, and… Read More
History of Me: Part Twenty-Eight
Read from the beginning. I went into a dark place. Ronan was in preschool and had therapy in Mooresville, and we lived in North Charlotte. With good traffic, it was a 20 minute drive. With typical traffic it could be as much as 45 minutes… and Ryder was a car-seat screamer. From buckle-in to buckle-out, he screamed. NOTHING made… Read More
History of me: Part Twenty-Seven
Start with the first one: Alright. So let me bring this all together in a rundown. Brock and I were still together, attending marriage counseling, pregnant and planning a homebirth. Ronan was diagnosed with Childhood Apraxia of Speech and Sensory Processing Disorder. He had therapy 3x per week, speech and occupational, and was also in three year old pre-K…. Read More
History of Me: Part Twenty-six
Start with the first part. I only want to kiss Brock. We packed our bags, and began the journey home. I was anxious. Incredibly nervous. It had only been a few weeks, but I was going home to Brock with a willingness in my heart that I hadn’t had before. I was so scared that I would see him,… Read More
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