"Keep reading Mommy!" I heard my son say as I paused when I lost my spot for the third time today while reading The Horse and his Boy by C.S. Lewis. Quickly I tried to find the last word I read. Today it was not fast enough for my four year old. Then, mid-sentence I… Continue reading Dyslexia Doesn’t Define Me
“Mommy, I'm sad, I really miss Miss Sarah! I want to do a bike ride to the fun gym. Why can’t I go to therapy?” My son has said this a lot since we have made the move from Washington to Illinois. This whole process of transitioning from once a week occupation therapy to none has… Continue reading Navigating SPD Without Therapy
"Loud, Mommy, too loud!" My sweet son was trying to communicate this to me when he was screaming (different from an I’m-not-getting-my-way scream; more like he was in pain) in our worship time at church. Sunday after Sunday I had to take him out of the sanctuary and sometimes completely out of the building. I was… Continue reading More than a diagnosis
Anna Marti 