My Life with Ingrid.

There has never been a day that I would change as a mom of a special needs daughter. Not. One. Day. But (I know you’re thinking there shouldn’t be a BUT), when I look into her face and she’s visibly upset it hurts my heart. Often times there are things we think nothing of such…

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Living and Thriving in Peace.

A few years ago, I made an immediate decision that I was unprepared for, and quite frankly, unsure of. I spoke of something I had no knowledge of, but was sure of deep within my heart. On the day our daughter was born we were told, in an abrupt manner, that she has Down Syndrome.…

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Down Syndrome.

On the day Ingrid was born we began a life long journey of education. Before this we knew nothing of down syndrome or anyone who was blessed with it. To say we were thrown into a new life would be an understatement. From the beginning we made a very conscious effort to treat her the…

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The Mama Chronicles: Rest and Recoup.

As a mom and entrepreneur its very easy to get caught up in the happenings of life, family and business.  We tend to forget the importance of rest.  For some of us, an afternoon will suffice, yet for others a week or more feels more necessary.  The key is to allow yourself the opportunity to…

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The Mama Chronicles: stumble.

I won’t lie.. today has been tough. Last night was a challenge. For that matter, I’ve needed a manual just to understand the past two weeks. Being the parent of a special needs child is amazing. Also, it’s hard. Some days are unexplainable, while others are so typical it’s scary. Since returning from Europe, we’ve…

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Relax mama..

Laundry piles that never made it to their destination, dishes needing washed, and kids to taxi. You’re not alone. We’re all in the same place. Just breathe. Relax, mama. Remember that there’s more to you than laundry and household chores. You’re filled with dreams. Ones that keep creeping their way into your vision. You’re filled…

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Pressure.

As humans, we tend to overload ourselves with unbearable amounts of pressure.  Why?  Do we seek validation to such an extreme that we value the opinion of others more than our own sanity?  Sound harsh, maybe.  But its the truth.  If we cared less of what the outside world thinks of our progress and more…

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The Mama Chronicles: mom guilt

Take #2. I began writing a post earlier and the more I wrote, the less authentic it felt. So, I walked away for a bit and decided that without doing it right, I wasn’t being honest with myself. One short week ago, I was living my dream. I was sipping wine at a cafe in…

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The Mama Chronicles: Being Mom.

Being a mom is the job of a lifetime.  It requires more sacrifice and dedication than anything you’ve ever done before.  Late night, early mornings, or both all lead up to this.. You are a mom. Sleep deprivation and a constant need for something turn us into coffee hoarding, baggy eyed zombies for the first…

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The Mama Chronicles: DS, the proud and the scared.

I title this post DS, yet I think it’s relatable to any parent. We have our kids. Beautiful, silly, quirky, unique, brilliant little humans that suck joy from us as much as they produce it. I say that lightly, but you all know what I mean.. the good days and the bad. Sometimes it’s all…

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The Mama Chronicles: she’s overwhelmed.

A few weeks ago Ingrid started back to school. We knew this year was going to be full of challenges, ones she’s never faced before. And to be quite honest, I was petrified at how things would work. Luckily, she was in a school she’s familiar with, with staff she’s comfortable spending time with, and…

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One day you’ll understand..

I stare at your sleeping face, thanking God for the little blessings in my life. I feel your tiny hands resting on my cheek as you gaze at me. On the nights when the nightmares become too scary, I hold you tight and remind you that you’re safe. I cherish the days watching you run…

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Hey Mom!

As a mom, these are words that we hear countless times a day. We hear them in our sleep, while we’re hiding in the bathroom with the door locked hoping for a few minutes of quiet, we hear them through tears and through giggles. Words that are simply precious, even when we’re tired of hearing…

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Little faces.

Each morning when I wake, I see your face.  I see the eyes created to see the pureness of life.  I see the smiles of children with joyous hearts.  I see the souls of two small children filled with elation to waken each morning, fresh and anew. Each morning I am amazed at how exuberant…

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