Thanks for being here! No, really, Thank You!
If you were a guest in my home, I would offer you a drink!
Water? Tea? Coffee?
There’s no judgment here!
Sometimes you need wine at 9 am.
You. Just. Need. It.
Trust me, I understand.
I have three kids!
My oldest girl, who will be 16 soon, is an overachieving stressed out perfectionist. My middle child, who is also a girl, is 8 and can best be described as a bit of a truth stretcher that enjoys glitter bombing our home. She also falls in love with everything advertised on Nick Jr. My youngest is a 5-year-old boy, who has a passion for water, climbing, opening the dryer door while its running and mocking me.
And he happens to have autism.
But this is supposed to be about me, right?
Sorry. I did what a lot of moms do, and I got so carried away with my kids that I forgot about me.
(If you have ever drawn a blank when asked what your hobbies are, then you know what I mean.)
I have always loved to write. Life has given me plenty of material.
When I was 14, I wrecked my friend’s bicycle and knocked out my two front teeth…three days before the Homecoming dance…and I still went…and I rocked that Jessica McClintock dress!
When I was in my thirties, I was hit by a car as I was walking into a Target store, and later that decade somehow ended up with a vicious case of pneumonia, and one collapsed lung. Good Times.
I love dogs so much that I have chased several strays down the interstate trying to rescue them. One time a beagle almost killed me.
When I was little, I aspired to be like Tess McGill from Working Girl or Julia Sugarbaker from Designing Women. As a 41-year-old stay at home mom, I’m not sure how close I am to goal, but I will say that no matter what life hands me, I’ll never throw my hands in the air and quit.
My blog is called Word to Your Mother. Having a child with autism, who barely speaks, has helped me understand the importance of every word. Each person who can communicate has a gift. I hope to use mine to inspire and uplift other moms that need a few words to get them through their day. It’s is also the last line of Ice, Ice Baby by the lyrical poet Vanilla Ice, and yes you will be singing that all day now, you’re welcome.