Author Archives: Astacia

I am a stay-at-home mom of 2 girls. My younger daughter has cerebral palsy with developmental delay and my older daughter has ADHD with sensory dysfunctions. My story of going from the work force to home is published in Chicken Soup for the Soul: Power Moms. When I am not driving to and from schools, therapies and changing diapers, I am a web site designer and social media geek.

School paperwork, yuck

School has not fully begun until I pull this out of her backpack. My hands are cramping just thinking about filling it out. This school has finally simplified my life a little by having an enrollment printout instead of making us fill out new ones every year. Get this: none of these papers to read…

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I have been set free at the playground

For the past seven years, trips to the playground have been a hand-on experience. My kids are 2 years apart, so just as my older typical child was old enough to run around without assistance, the younger was big enough to want to play. Except that she was not ambulatory. Imagine a rambunctious kid crawling…

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my four-foot toddler

The toddler years are known well in mommyland. We are warned my our mothers and grandmothers of the terrible twos. After our first child (and mama) survives that stage we quickly learn that the terrible twos are followed by the tyrannical threes. After several months of butting heads, the calm returns. Until four comes. The…

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Their eyes are precious

August is Children’s Eye Health and Safety Month My older daughter, Makayla, started out as typical as they come. Running and jumping, laughing and crying just like her friends. When she was four, we noticed that she was putting her face very close to the page when she was looking at books. As kindergarten grew…

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small steps to maturity

As a parent of a developmentally delayed child, I revel at every sign of maturation. A recent one occurred at our county fair. We were watching the 4h Horse competitions when we heard an announcement for a stick pony activity. And it was free. She sat in he stroller and chose the parts for her…

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not an invisibile disability

She’s turning five this fall. She’s forty-three inches tall and growing like a weed. On the outside. On the inside, she’s a toddler. She wears diapers. She is slowly emerging from the parallel play stage. Following her sister around like a shadow. Getting into cupboards and flushing toothbrushes down the toilet. She flits from places…

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