This year my kids made a friend. “What’s the big deal?” some of you might be thinking. Well, the big deal is that making friends doesn’t come easily to them. And while they don’t seem to bothered by that, I worry about it sometimes (umm…more than sometimes), though I don’t burden them with my […]
(That image is me, with my first-born child.) We were twenty years old when my new boyfriend and I discovered that I was pregnant. I experienced a difficult pregnancy and had Hyperemesis Gravidarum. I received poor medical care due to – my autistic ways of communicating (I was often fobbed off, disbelieved, ignored, and assumed ‘unstable’); […]
On this blog we talk a lot about gentle parenting and respectful connection with our kids. We know that it can be a hard thing to do consistently, and that it takes effort and energy and intentionality on a day to day basis. Acknowledging this, I’d like to talk about how to parent gently and […]
We live in a world of beauty, you know. We live among children. And what could be more perfect than a child? Can you remember when you were a child, before you began to feel the weight of the world upon you? For me, I don’t think it lasted long. I can’t recall times of […]
As my children get older, I have become more comfortable and confident in our parenting choices. You see, to raise your children in a way that is completely opposite from the way in which you were raised takes a lot of determination. It is a huge leap of faith at times. There has been an […]
Something that I hadn’t really considered until just recently was what gentle parenting has given to me. Especially the gentle parenting of my autistic daughter. I’ve spent much of my life feeling broken and awkward. Like I don’t fit, or I fit wrong. Like I’m missing one or more essential bits of information that would just make everything clearer to me. I’ve repressed feelings, complied, tried to change, experienced severe depression several times, severe post natal depression several times, self harmed a lot and been suicidal. I’ve felt cracked and fragile, like I was compromising the well-being of my children simply by existing. Through most of that I’ve also parented.