Thoughts on being two people at once, a mom and a writer (I’m on vacation … So enjoy this recycled post today!) OK, so I am a mom. Obviously. I usually have stains on my shirt. I sweat a lot from picking kids up and down all day, and if I am talking to you in a public place with my children in tow, I am typically looking out of the corner of my eye
(I’m on vacation this week … So here’s a post from the archives. Enjoy!) Leading the way, thoughts about sisterhood and Down syndrome When Polly was born and we learned of her diagnosis of Down syndrome, I grieved the child I expected. I didn’t know much about Down syndrome. My mind quickly flipped to un-flattering images of a child sitting alone at recess, or a mother in her golden years walking slowly through the aisles of
World Down Syndrome Day 2013, RAISE YOUR FLAG Today is World Down Syndrome Day 2013 … And I have no idea what to write, let alone the message I want communicated in the words I type. Why is this? I’ve been advocating for my daughters with Down syndrome for seven years. Even in the beginning, after my daughter Polly was born, as I grieved the child I expected (mostly out of ignorance), I still picked
In My Arms “Mom!” Polly yells out in her sleep. Her body thrashes to and fro on our Queen sized bed. Her legs kick the covers off. Sweat glistens her forehead. Her father and two older sisters went out for the night. Her little sister, having been all tuckered out from school and therapy had been asleep for an hour. I bedded Polly in next to me, thinking that my husband would move her when he