Dear Son, You know the long list of 11 diagnoses we frequently talk to your doctors and therapists about, the ones that put you in a category of “special needs?” I want you to know that Y̲O̲U̲ A̲R̲E̲ N̲O̲T̲ A̲L̲O̲N̲E̲! Every single human in this world has their own set of “special needs.” You just get the fancy title because your needs are a little unique from the general population. Does that make you “weird,” or “a poor unfortunate soul,” or a “burden”? Absolutely not!

“Sometimes it makes you feel like everyone else is doing it right, and everything you’re doing is setting your kids up for failure.”

It’s. Ok. To. Ask. For. Help. Read that again. IT’S. OK. TO. ASK. FOR. HELP.

I have to admit something to my readers…I AM GUILTY! I seriously am a hypocrite right now. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect of me typing that long blog title, hearing the pizza delivery guy knock, simultaneously hearing him hacking up a juicy cough as I’m walking to the front door (which everyone keeps saying it’s actually a DRY cough to worry about so technically I was always ok) as I judgmentally opened the door thinking “CORONAVIRUS, LYSOL, HOLD YOUR BREATH, CORO

A MOM’S PURPOSE IS whatever the MOM wants it to be. There are no rules in mom-hood except to make sure you love and care for your children, and of course, guide them to be respectful human beings. A mom’s purpose is not to judge or be judged. It’s ok if you want to feed your children 100% organic, clean green hormone-free, no GMO, gluten-free, au-natural kind of foods. It’s ok if your shopping cart is full of frozen pizzas, Lucky Charms, and whatever item you blackmailed your