Like many of you this weekend, I saw the new super hero(ine) movie Wonder Woman, and also like many of you I especially loved watching the excitement of the young female audience as they watched the newest Justice League member unveiled. I’ve heard a lot of moms of girls express gratitude that their daughters can grow up trading in Barbie for Amazonian princess action figures and that’s completely awesome.
I do not have a daughter. I am raising two boys. But as I watched this movie, my heart resonated with that same feeling of: This is the super hero movie we needed. Wonder Woman is so important to me as a mom of boys, and here’s why:
“She looked her duty courageously in the face and found it a friend – as duty ever is when we meet it frankly.” ― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables.
A year ago today, I walked out of the doctor’s office, one hand tightly gripping Kai’s, the other holding a shaking paper with the words “Diagnosis: Autism” written on it.
How does anyone accurately describe the storm of emotions that happen in a moment like that? It has taken me an entire year to become mindful enough of my own turmoil through this process to write a post like this, but I can so distinctly remember those beginning weeks when I was feeling things like:
I sprint through the emergency room doors, a dazed baby bouncing on my hip, scanning the room. When I spot my little man on the gurney, his tiny form nearly hidden by firemen, I bite my lip to keep it from trembling. His skin is a brighter red than I thought humanly possible, like he’d spent a few too many hours in the sun, it’s texture raised and bumpy, forming the signature hives of anaphylaxis.
Merry Christmas, everyone! I hope you all are having a beautiful and blessed day with your loved ones!
Here is a little glimpse of our family holiday photo shoot this Christmas season by the very talented Amie Alekian. From ours to yours, we wish you the coziest, happiest little Christmas and a lovely new year! (Outfit details at the bottom of the post!)
Congratulations! You just peed on a stick and that magical second pink line appeared. You’re pregnant! Unfortunately, when you’re a military wife, you know that the 1001 questions that the average woman has when she finds out she is pregnant are tripled when you are entrenched in military life. As military wives, we have to think about things that others don’t, like: Will the father be deployed before the birth? Will I have help when the baby comes with my family living on the other side of the country? How do I see a doctor and what kind of care is covered?