A Real Mom Story
Humbly sharing my journey through denial, grief, hope, uncertainty, and dedication in raising my “special” family.
Hi!
My name is Lana, I am a physiotherapist in Ontario, Canada and am the proud mom of 2 little kids. I have a daughter who is 5 years old and a son who is 20months old. My daughter is typically exceptional. She has excelled at everything that she has been exposed to in her short little life. My son is also exceptional, but in a different way. He has a rare genetic diagnosis that has caused a spectrum of challenges for my family and I. The reason I wanted to start this blog is because I know that I am not alone. I know that I am not alone in raising a special needs child while also managing to create a “normal” life for my daughter. I wanted to share my story to date as well as my journey ahead and hopefully provide some helpful tips along the way. I also hope that whoever is reading this blog may be able to help us in return by sharing things that they have found helpful. I am wanting to create a space that can be mutually beneficial, that can be a positive influence on the lives of people raising a “special” family like mine.
Entry Sixty Six- One Line A Day
When my daughter was born I bought a book called, “One Line A Day.” It is a five year memory book and the intention of the book is to write one sentence daily. Every day for 5 years I wrote a sentence about my daughter. Things we did, funny things she said and all ofContinue reading “Entry Sixty Six- One Line A Day”
Entry Sixty Five- Three
Happy Third Birthday Oscar! This time last year Oscar was pulling up to stand, standing independently at a horizontal surface and was working on transitioning between surfaces. I remember asking Oscar’s physiotherapist when she thought Oscar would be walking independently? She said that most kids who have difficulties with motor planning typically are not walkingContinue reading “Entry Sixty Five- Three”
Entry Sixty Four- Chronic Stress
Being totally transparent, I went back on anxiety medication. I slowly realized that I was no longer feeling like myself and that I wanted to feel better. I don’t feel stigmatized by having to take medication, but maybe subconsciously I had prided myself on being able to manage my anxiety with exercise, writing, and therapyContinue reading “Entry Sixty Four- Chronic Stress”
