"I miss my children’s teachers. I miss the joy of dropping my children off at school knowing they were in the best possible hands for the day. I miss packing my son’s lunch. I miss the stress of attempting to wake my 12-year-old up in the morning so she has enough time to look presentable before school. I miss the arguments and rushing out the door trying not to be late. I miss it all."
"Cadence is my best friend. Cadence is a carbon copy of me. She is one of my favorite people and the one that can frustrate me the most because we are the same person. Cadence is my 'typical' child who has an autistic brother. "And sometimes I feel like I have failed her."
It’s OK to ride the struggle bus at times. But maybe it’s time I jump off that bus, pull up my PJ pants, because let’s be real, that’s all I’ve worn in the last month, and start walking down a new path of motherhood. The path that leads me to being the best mom I can be today instead of the perfect mom.
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