I could also do without the constant tears, shrieks, grunts, hair pulling, general ‘nastiness’. P has been hitting himself A LOT lately. Fists to his head, face, nose. Arms banging on the edge of the table. Pressing his chin with all his might on his arm. If you try to soothe him at these moments, … Continue reading I could do without the self-injury.
May 2011. Little man here is 22 months old, almost two. He’s not smiling for pictures anymore, he’s holding his left hand to his side, clenched fist at all times. He’s closing his ears for no reason (no reason to us anyway) and he’s pretty much said goodbye to his “happiest kid on the block” … Continue reading One foot in front of the other
Hubby and I will never know what it’s like to raise TWO typical kids with a 3 year age gap . . .’cause we’ll never know. But this weekend, one of our friend’s boys took a ride with us and sat in the back with our little girl. The conversation that ensued between them was … Continue reading “You did not see a lion on an airplane”
This weekend we all went to Maria’s school for an Easter activity day that was organized and we brought P along for a short while. There was food art, treasure hunt and just lots and lots of games!! Maria is super popular and is friends with all her classmates. As soon as she arrives just … Continue reading A friend for my son.
A few years ago, when I ran my first 5k at the Athens Classic Marathon, I wrote that I ran for my son. Today I ran the Half Marathon, 21k and once again suppported the Greek Society for the Protection of Autistic People, for my son . . . But the thing is, yesterday I … Continue reading I am such a bad mother, sometimes
Oh my, how long has it been? Way too long! And it’s not like I haven’t had tons and tons of stuff to write about, especially about P. Well, most importantly about P. ‘Cause I can rant on just about any other platform about work and whatnot, but this here’s the place where I can … Continue reading We’re not shy types, you know.
I don’t know what is up with me lately. I’m an emotional rollercoaster/mess. I wake up crying in the middle of the night. I’ve been feeling lonely, even when surrounded by people. I’ve been feeling like I need to take a break; to be somewhere where I’ll be surrounded by loved ones, warm embrace of … Continue reading Bearing my soul . . .
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