At Last

At Last

A bit of bippity-boppity-boo dust, the help of two sisters, and a dress with sparkles turned my special needs daughter into Cinderella last night. Prom night. Cameras, strobe lights, hip hop, line dancing, off-key Mamma Mia choruses, a live band, Italian cuisine, friends holding hands, hugs, and laughter. Something every mother wants her child to experience. Ten years ago, I struggled to accept the reality of my daughter’s special needs....

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Cheering Each Other On

Cheering Each Other On

“Let’s go Riders! D, D, D!” Bethany knows basketball. Over the years, she’s cheered through more games than I can count with Caleb and Grace both playing. She’s known by the THESA (Texas Home Educators Sports Association) families as the number-one-Rider-fan. A few years ago at the national basketball tournament, the top-ranked girls’ team surprised Bethany with a specially decorated Rider t-shirt before the...

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Message Inbox: 15

Message Inbox: 15

I received another one. A text that to most anyone else would be all nonsense. Dmwajtgpajtdmwajtgpajtdmwa…. Four lines. It’s almost always the same. The letters are the same, in the same order. And it means the same thing. My kids also get the same text. Sometimes multiple times a day. My son gets three or four texts in a row that start with the familiar Dmwajtg… in class, on the basketball court, at the movie theater. My...

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The Beginning of Never

The Beginning of Never

My contractions were three minutes apart. I knew it was time to go to the hospital—this fourth baby wouldn’t wait much longer. Suddenly, my husband ran into the room. He was white, and the look in his eyes told me something was horribly, horribly wrong. “Something’s wrong with Bethany,” he choked. As fast as my laboring body would allow, I followed him to my four-year-old daughter. What I saw made me forget my labor pains. Bethany’s eyes were...

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