A Bewitchingly Ordinary Life!

Yesterday I was reflecting on my own parenting journey and how that journey ebbs and flows with the different paths we take, we choose, we refuse, we reluctantly take, and paths that surprise us.  I began thinking that after making a final choice to step away from all parenting boards and parenting 'cliques' .  With my own paren ting journey and the struggles it has brought with a child facing special needs and another child who is extremely stubbo rn, I felt it was best for my own sanity.  I need support, all mothers need support.  At the end of the day if we can't get past a style or parenting choice and choose to tear down each other , then we have accomplished nothing.  Yet if we can ex tend a hand , offer a hug or encouraging word when another mother is struggling, then we could very well change the world ! Today has been one of the challenging days with David, then adding Aaron who is a typical 4 year old...well it makes f or a less than thrilling day. Someti

As a parent, have you ever had those moments where you look at your child, or an item of your child's , and had an epiphany ...that familiar one that seems to come again and again...."Wow, I am someone's mom! " It's almost eeriely haunting to me every time it hap pens.  As if I didn't truly realize it until that moment.  I know I'm mom, but sometimes I truly "know" it.  How odd it seems to type that because honestly there are no mortal words to desc ribe what I'm trying to convey.   But most parents understand it I'm sure . Today was one of those days.  As I was pulling out David's drawing projects from his backpack I came across the one in this blog post.  I stared at it a moment as if I had never seen a child's drawing in my whole life.  Almost deciphering what was depicted.  Not because I didn't recognize it, because I did!  Easily it was a parent, child, and a Christmas tree.  I was deciphering because I kept asking