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Below is a collection of various blog posts meant to encourage, inspire or educate. Grab a steaming mug of hot liquid this weekend and steal away to a quiet corner for some quick reads.
I’m not special. I’m not deserving of a little miracle child more than the next momma. I’m not that parent who goes to all the class parties with homemade cupcakes, makes the latest Pinterest project on organizing my laundry room. I’m not even the parent who remembers to sign the test folder every Tuesday evening. Nope, that’s not me. I’m ordinary and boring. I’m late to doctor appointments, I yell at drivers who don’t use their blinkers and I cringe when I see other moms at Target with their buggies full of organic foods and their well-behaved kids sweetly following behind. Agh! But I do know one thing: I’m a parent. I, like millions of other women, was so graciously given a child from God. My child just so happened to be born with special needs.
But as frustrating as it can sometimes be when bigger kids act in ways we think only little kids should — whether it’s bedwetting or bad butt-wiping jobs or irrational night fears — the fact is that they are still children, and we are still the adults. They can’t talk themselves out of being afraid. And we have the power to make them feel safe.
An intriguing study in PLoS One finds that women who were especially stressed during the storm gave birth to kids whose immune cells have telltale signs of their mothers’ trouble, reports Raw Story.