Tears of pride are welling up in my eyes. My little man may not be the best out there (yet) buy he never tires of giving his all on the ice.
I am SO proud of you little man!
Rejecting joy to stand in solidarity with the suffering doesn’t rescue the suffering. The converse does. The brave who focus on all things good and all things beautiful and all things true, even in the small, who give thanks for it and discover joy even in the here and now, they are the change agents […]Continue reading →
Last week there were no X‘s on my son’s seat work coming home. There were no notes in his planner about pushing or shoving or missing books. He told me his teacher let him choose a CHAPTER book to read during silent reading (he was ecstatic). And yesterday, the teacher sent home a much FULLER version […]Continue reading →
My mom said that I was a “b!7<%” this weekend. And she said it in such a way that, well, kind of made me proud. At first I was a little taken aback (of course). But then I realized what she meant. See, I’ve been struggling with a person on my children’s educational team. Someone […]Continue reading →
So I’m reading. Researching. Trying to figure out how to be the best parent I can be to children who have special needs (one with celiac disease, three with FASD). So I’ve taken notes on all kinds of on-line workshops via www.fasd-cmc.alberta.ca and some interdisciplinary sites (for teachers rather than parents). I’m going to an […]Continue reading →