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IEP TSUNAMI.....I saw this video of a mom crying in her car.

Not one- not one- have I not left- no matter how good, bad, or ugly- and sat and cried. As she perfectly says, it is an emotional whiplash. We sit with Ivey in the room, with Stephanie signing the conversation to her, and we discuss her. I have requested her absence from the hard meetings. For the record, and I think anyone who has ever sat in one of Ivey’s meetings would agree, we push hard into her present levels of academic achievements- we focus on what she can do. Her possibilities. And so far, she has exceeded every goal set in front of her. Still. No matter how stoic or the smile- my heart is breaking and full of pride all at once. mommas go to their quiet space - and cry. So many meeting were spent fighting with people who were supposed to be on her side. Yet, there is a side. The only side we allow in these meetings, year after year- is Ivey’s side. Still, things are lopsided. Matt and I have different roles in Ivey’s life. Matt and I are a team. We sit in the me...
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A Sibling Story: Highlighted by Lawson Luckie (UGA/ESPN): my perspective.

I've watched this over and over. This is Lawson's story, but his story is a sibling's story. I've said for years that siblings are the heroes in these special stories. They live in a deep shadow most days of their childhood. They choose the shadow as adults. A shadow they love for a person who takes priority in time, space, and attention. They hear "hold on a minute" more times than fair. Siblings live in homes where the need for responsibility and priorities exceed their age. They do it with a quiet love that is unconditional. And, they are their siblings biggest cheerleaders and motivation. They show up. Siblings have an understanding of Life, each breath being a gift. Sacred and cherished. As Lawson said, which broke my heart, a Life he didn't know if he would see after he walked out a door some days. Siblings witness the fragility of Life. It is not my place to try and tell Knox and Walker's journey with Ivey. I can only tell this j...
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And Sometimes Feeding Your Kiddo Looks Like This...

A simple sentence. No one said it to me in the beginning, but boy did that tube cause a lot of chaos. The NG tube graduated to the G-tube which morphed to a GJ- tube…. A brief history of Ivey's feeding tubes: *The NG tube was in place the first time I ever saw my daughter in the NICU.  My only memory of her without a feeding tube is them placing her in my arms immediately following her birth. *The G-tube, well, that is a story within itself.  That decision did not come lightly.  Another hole in her.  Another decision on our plate, but not really on our plate, it was apparent it was a medical necessity for her survival.  Literally to give her a chance to live.  A permanent decision.  A 5am panic attack in the Scottish Rite elevator that happened to coincide with Dr. Meyers arriving at the hospital at the same time as me.... Our intersection in the elevator set the stage for the years to follow. From that point on, he knew I was a little nuts and a lot...
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Sibling Secret Sauce

Siblings of kiddos with disabilities are amazing humans walking amongst us. They live a life, most often, in the shadows of their sibling who simply needs "more". More time. More direct attention. More of more. We have now come to a fork in our road. Our boys are young men, and, our daughter is a young lady. I'll be honest, I was uncertain what life would look like once the boys left this home, once they had their own time, in their own personal sunshine. We found out quickly once Knox left for college his freshman year what that would look like. And then, when Walker left, we knew what life would feel like in their absence. There was too much space. Ivey felt it. We get many compliments about the relationship the boys and Ivey have with one another. Hints here and there that, maybe, Matt and I had some secret recipe to parenting a household with a child that is very medically complex and a very complex communicator. This is what I can tell you - there is no re...
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The Surpassed Expiration Date of a Strong Marriage

22 and 3/4th years. Every word, and more. We were told in the first 2 weeks after Ivey was born, in the midst of the chaos of her and having two toddler boys at home - that our marriage would likely end in divorce. Most special needs marriages do. Special needs marriages are a section of divorce happening at a higher rate than most- yet, overlooked by most. Still, someone felt compelled that we know that information during such a life altering time. It was an added layer we struggled to process, along with many other devastating blows. It scared us beyond belief. We were clinging to one another. Over the years, we have pushed the limits, the barriers. We have slept in the same bed, for weeks separated by miles and hospital walls, with nurses in the next room in the sacred walls of our home, and now, with our daughter tucked away in her own bed in our room. We have hung onto thin air at times. And, we have held on to each other. We were told in counseling, in our darkest days,...
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Medically Complex Care Program at Children’s Healthcare of Atlanta

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Submitting to Lack of Control

When Ivey was a baby, I literally had drawers and spaces in her closet labeled, everything had a space, a place.  One special friend loved showing off Ivey's closet to newbies coming by for a visit. This level of organization mystified my friend. Secretly, I wanted to go back to haphazardness.  Justifying why I did this is simple.  At the time, I had friends helping me with my laundry, as were my mom and some night nurses.  With so many people, I found it more efficient, for all of us, to label everything.  No one had to search or guess where things belonged.   This approach to find order has only amplified with time. I have come to accept that being Ivey's mom has brought out a controlling aspect in my personality. For the record, I have always found peace in order and organization.  It could be described as controlling, maybe.  Ivey ramped up my need for order. On her hard days, or in times leading up to what I know will be hard, my need fo...
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