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Mom Hack Thursday – Escaping the Hustle and Bustle of Life and Seeking a Quiet Place

Mom Hack Thursday – Escaping the Hustle and Bustle of Life and Seeking a Quiet Place

Remember when you were in college and you got a “spring break?” I distinctly remember those days as some of my favorite – amidst the hustle and bustle of midterm exams, part-time jobs, friends, and obligations, I was always very grateful for an extended period…

The Mama Mix – 5 Tips for a Healthy Work/Life Mix

The Mama Mix – 5 Tips for a Healthy Work/Life Mix

A new mom with a precious newborn baby boy with DS recently asked me what it was like to return to work after Everett born and, “How did you find the perfect work/life balance?” I struggled to answer this question because….spoiler alert — there isn’t…

God only gives special children to special people…

God only gives special children to special people…

Have you ever heard this phrase before?  — “God only gives special children to special people.”  I have.  Too many times, actually.  That seemed to be a “go to” response when we broke the news of Everett’s diagnosis to friends and family after he was born.  And while the statement was well-intended, it always irked me a little.  You see, I am in no way “special” because I’m the mother of a child with some unique abilities and concerns. Quite the opposite.  I’m just an ordinary person, doing my best to raise my children to the best of my ability while pushing a merry-go-round of personal and professional responsibilities. Some days the merry-go-round spins as planned, but on other days I have to really dig in and run alongside the merry-go-round until it reaches a “doable” speed.  On these occasions, I really start to question my endurance, patience, and ability…like so many other mamas out there.  Which brings me to the primary theme of this blog post — ability. You see, I don’t believe I inherently have any special abilities and as such, God chose me to raise a “special child.”  I tend to gravitate to another statement I’ve seen posted on social media by several other Rockin’ mamas:

God doesn’t give special children to special parents.  He takes ordinary, imperfect people, and gifts them with his greatest treasures.  And therein, he creates special parents.

Here’s a story that demonstrates this exact quote.  It’s a true story, verbatim and uncut (in typical mamability.com fashion) from those tough “early days” I so often write about.

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5 Things All New Parents of a Baby with Down syndrome Should Know

5 Things All New Parents of a Baby with Down syndrome Should Know

5 Things All New Parents of a Baby with Down syndrome Should Know — Mainly, It’s Going to Be Okay! I recall a lot…I mean a lot…of irrational fears that I experienced in those crucial moments right after Everett was born and diagnosed.  No mother deserves…

Resources for New Parents of Children with Down syndrome

Resources for New Parents of Children with Down syndrome

Like many parents, as I walk through this journey of parenthood, I turn to a few sources when I have questions. Most of the time, the question dictates the source. For instance, if I have a question like, “How do I get my kids to…

Thyroid Ragin’

Thyroid Ragin’

Thyroid Ragin’ or Threenager syndrome?

It all began early last summer, right as Everett turned 3-years-old.  Everett was making huge strides in his preschool class at end of term.  He was trying to run & jump, was saying a few words, and An animated .gif of Curly from the Three Stooges, lying on the floor on his side, running in a circlewas very engaged in classroom therapies and activities! And then we broke for summer.  It was a magical summer for us. In between writing stints, I would take the boys to our local library, the beach, local playgrounds, the zoo, and various splash pads and swimming pools. In the beginning, Everett was a true “boy of summer,” diving into pools, running about the splash pads, making friends at the playground, and LOVING and exploring the beach in Destin (our fabulous family vacay last summer).  And occasionally, we would frequent local mall playgrounds.  They were indoors, air-conditioned, there was a Chick Fil A nearby at the food court…win, win, win.  The only loss would occur when Everett would see me sign “lunch time.” He knew with that sign, it was time to leave his beloved playground, and he would instantly throw himself down on the playground floor and start crying and kicking himself into a circle.  If you’ve ever seen an episode of the Three Stooges where Curly runs in circles while lying on his side, on the floor, then you’ve pretty much witnessed Everett’s meltdown routine.  The same thing would occur when we would leave swimming pools, splash pads, and the beach.  True to his age, he was as a ragin’ threenager.

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Mom Hack Monday Debut!

Mom Hack Monday Debut!

Mom Hack Monday Debut! Featuring the lovely and talented Jen Jacob I’d like to take a moment to introduce you to my friend, Jen Jacob, who has graciously offered to contribute the first Mom Hack Monday entry on Mamability.com!  But of course, as usual, a…

Ode to Kinderfrogs

Ode to Kinderfrogs

Some context…the Kinderfrogs KTPA Fundraiser – 2016 I have a little bit of a crush.  Actually, it’s a bit more than just a crush.  Back in the summer of 2013, I fell in love.  I was head over heels for a little newborn baby named…

Last-Minute-Mom Debut!

Last-Minute-Mom Debut!

Introducing — Our First Last-Minute-Mom

Photo of last-minute-mom Amy and her adorable son Andrew.So I thought it might take a while to round up some content from my fellow mamas….but nope!  Today’s post features our first fearless last-minute-mom, Amy Matasso!  Amy’s got her hands full these days with three littles, Josh (5), Andrew (4), and Lorelei (1).  All of her children are precious, but I know Andrew the best because he attends preschool with Everett.  Amy & I love to concoct plans of Andrew and Everett becoming college roommates someday.  But first…we’ve gotta get ’em through the rough preschool years. Rough on the moms anyways! Here’s a great story from her that describes how she battled through one of the preschool hurdles thrown her way by her oldest, Josh.  If you’re looking for a quick way to handle “crazy sock day”…this one’s got you covered.  I definitely deem this endeavor a last-minute-mom success (except maybe those socks created for Andrew, lol!).  Thanks Amy, and Merry Christmas everyone!

 

It’s a Sharpie Kinda Christmas

From Amy…

This past Monday night we were going through the motions of our nightly routine.  It was after bathtime and my oldest child, Josh, who is 5, looks up at me and says “momma I need Christmas socks for tomorrow.”  I saw the email they sent home from school that mentioned the festive attire for Tuesday, but Josh is a true introvert and a little on the shy side.  He doesn’t like to be the center of attention or have much drawn to him for that matter so I dismissed the email because dress up days have never been his thing.  I figured he would forget and went on with putting my boys to bed.
Of course the next morning he remembers and I panic.  All I can think to do is make some so I get out some red and green markers and white socks.  The only challenge is — I’m one big “Pinterest Fail” when it comes to all things creative.  We color some candy canes, Christmas trees, Rudolph and MERRY CHRISTMAS on them.  While that was happening I gave my younger son, Andrew, some paper to color on to keep him busy not thinking he was into this little project.  I was a little worried and having second thoughts that our homemade socks would get laughs or make Josh self-conscious, but preschool is a world of handprint art and fingerpaint so he was excited to sport his creation to class that day.  All of this arts and crafts time took up most of our morning so now I end up hurrying everyone along with getting dressed and out the door.  I walk in the boys room to find that Andrew has decided he wants Christmas socks too.  And by “decided” I mean he has pushed his older brother onto his back and is ripping his socks off.  I’m trying to resolve the issue, but Andrew isn’t having it.  So I take another pair of socks and write Merry Christmas on them.  Problem solved, but what will people think when they see this?  I’m telling my children to own it and wear them proudly as I grow self-conscious.
 
 Fast forward to today, Ugly Sweater Day.  Spoiler alert we don’t own any toddler size sweaters and Josh said he wouldn’t wear any of his Christmas PJ tops to school because he pointed out the obvious to me — that they were pajamas and not ok for school.  Out come the markers and a white t-shirt.  He was so proud of his Christmas tree with the star on top and I was happy to see that you don’t need some store bought sweater or fancy socks to celebrate the season.  It’s also safe to say we won’t be opening an Etsy shop anytime soon.  Merry Christmas and don’t forget to enjoy everything about the holiday, especially all the handmade arts and crafts created by your little Picasso’s!
 
FriendAbility:  A Tale of Two Down syndrome Diagnoses

FriendAbility: A Tale of Two Down syndrome Diagnoses

Got a little story for ya Ags! And if you’re not an Ag, I’ve still got a little story for ya. Once upon a time a young 18-year-old named Cara, embarked on one of the greatest adventures of her life – college. Young Cara spent…