Right Where She’s Supposed To Be

It’s been over three weeks since Lola started school and based on the lack of posts on this blog — well let that be an indication as to how busy our family is these days. We purposefully chose not to talk about school at length over the summer as Lola doesn’t quite grasp the concept of taking a summer break. But a couple of weeks before school was scheduled to begin we started to repeat trigger words like bus, school, Mrs. Tubbs, Melissa and backpack. We wanted to help refresh Lola’s memory of school and you could see the wheels turning in her head as we began to use the words more frequently. Since Lola goes to the Indiana School for the Blind and Visually Impaired (ISBVI), Registration...
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Saying Goodbye to Summer

Truth: I have 1020 photos and 52 videos saved on my iPhone. I have photos dating back to the day Sebastian was born, the day he stood up on his own, the day he took his first steps, and everything in between. Most of the videos are of Lola and her quest to walk independently. Each one brings me right back to the moment and I can feel the pride in my voice over and over again. I have all of the photos and videos saved on our computer and countless other places because I have this incessant fear of losing them. And even though I know I could easily find them all, I still save them on my phone. I can’t explain why because I’m not quite...
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Fitting in at CampAbility

Dear Easter Seals CampAbility Staff, From the moment we walked in the classroom, I knew our daughter would be in good hands. Before I could even muster up a “hello”, several of you introduced yourselves and acknowledged Lola. I tried to think of how you would know who she was because you had never met her, but the intake process for attending camp was so extensive that I’m sure you saw her picture. You probably knew her likes, her dislikes, her food preferences, and even her rare genetic condition, NR2F1, along with all its symptoms. I would guess that you knew she had limited speech, a complex visual impairment as well as epilepsy. I’m sure you were educated and prepared to give her the rescue medication if, God...
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To The Hairdresser Who Changed How People Saw My Child With Special Needs

Dear Hairdresser Who Sang To My Kid, I should know your name. I can’t believe I don’t. I was so busy trying to corral my two children, pay for their haircuts and maintain my sanity. I remembered to profusely thank you and I could have very well asked your name. In fact, I’m sure I did, but that important detail has faded. Unfortunately what I do remember is that people were staring at us prior to you calling my daughter, Lola, back. I remember my face feeling flush. I remember thinking the outing was a bad idea when Lola began to run in places she wasn’t supposed to, grabbed at things she shouldn’t have, and I remember the piercing scream she belted out when I tried to redirect...
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A Letter To My Mom

Dear Mom, Your month long visit has come and gone. I’m sitting here looking through photos from your stay and they remind me of all the little adventures we went on. It’s funny because most children would cringe with the thought of their mother staying at their house for a long period of time, but we welcome it…in fact, we look forward to it. When you come back, you just fit in again. Six months can go by between visits and yet, you just know how to fill in the gaps. At times I feel guilty because you help out so much (just the other morning I was yelling at you to stop doing the dishes), but I have to remember that you wouldn’t do anything you didn’t...
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