If 2020 has taught me one thing, it is that I must have deep tear ducts. I have cried more in the past four months than I ever dreamed possible. I cried when we cancelled Joey’s birthday party, when schools closed for the remainder of the year, when I couldn’t visit my dad in the...
This isn’t how it’s supposed to be. We’ve all uttered those words at some point, but for a while they basically became my mantra. This morning I read through some old posts and journal entries from the days (ahem, months) following Joey’s Down syndrome diagnosis,...
Life is a constant state of change, isn’t it? Sure, there are big phases—from childhood to adulthood, single to married, carefree to having children (How would you have phrased that one?). But even day-to-day, I struggle to find constancy in life. Even now that my kids are...