So recently I have gone through a period of low energy.
An exhausted autism parent and an exhausted autism advocate.
Exhausted because every time I mentioned supplements or the therapies we do for James or my positivity surrounding my son and his autism I was met with hate. So much hate.
Rewind back to when James was diagnosed in February 2016.
I searched google.
I searched Facebook.
I searched Instagram.
I searched my local area.
I searched the local autism community.
I needed help, support and guidance.
Majority of the time I was met with negativity.
Rigidity from parents, carers, therapists, and other supports and aids.
I was horrified.
People would tell me things like, 'it doesn't get better it gets worse'.
I would ask and reference my newly found findings on gut health. I wanted to know about other therapies available ... I wish I had of taken photos of their faces! I can't even remember the doubtful words that would spring from their mouths but the looks upon their faces have never left my mind.
This was the start of my journey as an autism parent.
I was astonished at the lack of respect for the child at hand.
Majority of the people I encountered were happy with the 'label'. The label had been smacked on that child's forehead and they were just going to except what the textbook says. For them nothing was going to get better. Nothing in their minds was going to work for their child, yet they weren't prepared to try.
I spent a few weeks mourning, sad and felt unsupported.
Then I decided I was going to prove to the world how worthy my son is. I wanted to show the world what autistics can do with the right love, support, therapies and guidance.
I was going to do 'whatever it takes' for James and all the other beautiful minds that need a chance.
So I started writing. Documenting everything we were doing.
When I started documenting our journey I was met with more hate and disapproval. I was the new kid on the block.
I was abused through my social media networks by autism mums.
The more James changed and developed the more hate I got. The more positivity I showed the more I got things like, 'he's not autistic', 'your doing all this for attention', 'your a fraud' blah blah blah blah. I even had a autism parent going around the loops having people block me because they thought I wasn't genuine.
It hurt. But I was determined to rise above.
So my non- verbal son became verbal.
My son who had no expressive or receptive communication started communicating.
The child that hid away from other children started interacting.
The child that threw toys because he had no idea how to play with them started functional play.
This didn't just happen on its own.
My husband and I have dedicated our time, money and most importantly our love to flourishing our child.
We do therapy.
We encourage social interaction.
We limit anxiety.
We use supplements.
We have sensory diets in place.
We do it all.
We don't stop.
So I have been advocating for a while now.
I've seen a lot of negativity now, but nothing like the last few weeks.
I have seen exclusion at its finest and seen other autism mums dismiss and disrespect other autism parents by shaming the things they are doing for their children.
This time It got me down but it also reminded me of why I do this.....
I do this to show the world the beauty of autism.
I want to give hope, spread love and offer support.
We must remember not every child is the same.
All autistics are different just like in the neurotypical world.
Every single person is different.
What works for one, won't work for the other.
Just because Jo blow down the road does ABA and nothing else doesn't mean that's right for your child.
Find what fits your child. Don't stop till you find the right therapy, the right therapist the right diet .... the right everything.
You know your child best.
You can never fail by trying.
The plan to make NO plans...
Can I do it?
Well, I am going to try!
Today is the first day of the term 2 school holidays here in Australia.
James has no preschool, no therapies and no activities ( except one trial class, I will touch on this another day).
Living in the autism world is all about routine, structure, repetition.
We plan everything, absolutely everything.
And you know what... I am tired, tired of living by the monthly schedule on my fridge. The schedule that has 5 million things scribbled all over it, from schooling, therapies, specialist appointments and everything in between.
Normally when we get to the school holidays I have scheduled in activities, extra therapy sessions, I fill us up. I have always filled us up in fear of the holt to our normal weekly routine and how that will effect James and ultimately our sanity.
This school holidays I decided to take a break.
I need a break too. A break from the constant on point, organised special needs parenting.
I want to go with the 'flow'...
The 'flow' so far has back fired a little but I am determined to make this work.
Saturday morning just gone I made a spontaneous decision to book a hotel in the city for the evening with my little fam bam.
As soon as daddy got home at 12 pm we headed to Darling Harbour for a little escape.
I had plans to walk around Darling Harbour, enjoy good food, grab a coffee and sit and drink it along the water. Perhaps take the kids to the aquarium or reptile park.
BUT it was not to be. James was uncomfortable the whole time we were away from home. It made me realise that our 'normal' is a different 'normal'.
We couldn't sit and eat like a normal family, we couldn't walk around and enjoy the scenery, we didn't even make it to the kids activities due to the little mans issue with self regulation.
So with that said I realised that our life is beautiful... it's a beautiful chaos, we may not be able to be super spontaneous and enjoy the non structured moments in peace BUT we sure do have love.
We also have fun, daily. But our fun is just a little different.
What is normal these days anyway?
Is anything classed as normal?
Comparison to others is always dangerous and always turns out negative.
We do the best us and our us is our normal.
So this school holidays I am going to embrace our normal and try and go with the flow....
So at the start of 2017 I had put into place some goals that I would like to work towards with James for the year.
It's now June and I decided to sit down and reflect on the goals I had put into place for James baby.
Now, I had also constructed what I thought was a pretty GOOD early intervention schedule for James. I had included school, sporting activities, early intervention program for school readiness and his main therapies which are Speech and OT.
So his schedule going into the school year was to look a little like this:
Monday & Tuesday - Early Intervention Unit ( school readiness program)
Wednesday - Preschool
Thursday- OT, speech and soccer training
Weekends- regulation, family time and home based therapies and social interactions.
I know RIGHT.... the above schedule looks pretty damn SWEET. I had everything ticked off!
Well... the time came to implement this schedule. Day 1 of EIU. Mum was pumped, on paper this was the best thing for James!
WRONG.... I pulled him out quicker than you could say CHEESE!
I won't go into what I saw on that day BUT note I made a very firm complaint to the department of education! I was NOT going to leave my developing child in that environment.
So there went my plan. Down the toilet. As soon as I walked away that day, I got in the car and called his OT, she suggested James do 3 days of preschool instead of the 2 days that were planned. Quick phone call to the preschool director and he was IN. So the schedule now included 3 days of preschool and no EIU program.
Everything happens for a reason they say!
So for the first term we decided not to include the soccer training that James had done all year last year. Our reasons why were we didn't want to overload him to much too quickly.
Our schedule worked so perfectly for term 1 of 2017 that come term 2 we decided it was time to add back in soccer. James was PUMPED, he had been waiting. He asked about soccer constantly!!!
Day 1 of soccer and James had NEW coaches.
James officially did 1 lesson of the term. He was fabulous, he did the entire 1 hour session with amazing listening skills. BUT his new coach was not ASD aware... that's all I will say about that. Excellent program, amazing supportive teachers previously BUT regardless of what was previous and regardless of the program if the teacher is not right then nothing will work. This teachers actions gave James such severe anxiety that he would not walk back into soccer.
So, Mum was devastated! Soccer is james' thing!
I watched my little boy refuse something he LOVES because of the actions of someone who is suppose to be a mentor!
So I have contemplated many times over the last few weeks what we are going to sub the soccer training with. And as I love the program and the previous teachers I think we have a term off and possibly look at soccer again in term 4, of course NOT with that particular coach.
So that's the schedule for James baby for 2017. We are almost at the end of term 2 and hubby and I both agree everything is working quite well. BUT it remains flexible. Things change and we need to be able to bend and adapt to whatever James needs at any given time and as all my ASD peeps know that can quite often be in an instant!
So my goals for James for 2017 were:
3. Writing his name
4. Riding a bike
Obviously the above are quite BIG goals.
BUT in January of 2017 James learnt to ride a bike! And we haven't looked back. We went on a holiday to my parents property in Tasmania at the start of the year and my Dad had a bike there for James to ride. James fell, he cried but he kept trying and he DID IT! Great achievement and I am super proud we have this one down pat!
It's great for James' sensory regulation.
Toilet: so we aren't there yet.
But we have come pretty far. James now uses the bathroom every day before and after his bath. He will also use the bathroom for number 1's maybe 30% of the time at school when he is asked if he needs to go.
So although I would love nothing more to have my 4 year old out of nappies I have to think about how far he has come on that journey and I am happy with the progress.
FOOD: I am pleased to announce to you all that my once non eating child has been averaging a bowl of gluten free weetbix and purse apple a day and either an apple slinky or banana.
BUG BIG BIG news there...
James' eating is a tuff one. He has FPIES, a lot of anxiety around food based on his allergies.
James has a huge team of specialists which deal with this part here and the key is NO anxiety around food at all.
So James baby can spell his name, recognise his name...
He can't yet write him name and a lot of it come down to being able to hold a pen or pencil.
This goal right here is my number ONE goal for the school holidays that are fast approaching us.
Kmart sell these abc and 123 tracing letter books, so will get back to you on this goal.
So on reflection of 6 months work, I am HAPPY. How could I not be, seriously. This kid is moving forward. Sometimes it feels relentless and repetitive and I think that's why it's important to often sit and reflect on everything.
So today is Friday ...
I feel as though I am lost in some vortex and I can't get out.
I am not functioning to my optimal and I feel like I have a mountain and pressure built up on my body.
There is a few things happening on top of the normal stresses of every day life.
James is unwell. Now I have literally had James in the doctors office weekly for a few months now. He has had a raspy voice for months, he was unwell on and off during this time, no fevers though so no need to explore the need for antibiotics.
Anyway last weekend he had 4 days of fevers that only hit from 4 pm onwards. It was a long weekend so I got him to the doctor on Tuesday to have him checked out.
The doctor we saw took swabs of James nose and throat. James was also placed on antibiotics, woo HOO cue the god damn fucking hyperactive, crazy ass child... antibiotics and James are NOT friends.
So school was cancelled, therapy cancelled... EVERYTHING cancelled.
Now, I love my child, I truly do BUT when he is on antibiotics and has NO outlet for his energy, I become a less loving CRAZY lady.
I will happily tell you I am ONE stressed out mother farker who is tightly bound in stress that if you look sideways at me I am ready to unleash.
Just ask my husband, he will tell you.
No cool, calm and collected here!
Anyway so after a week of wonderful together time and sickness, I get a phone call from the GP.... she needs to see James.
So I pushed for the results over the phone because quite frankly I am NOT in the mood to go to get two hyperactive children ready, fight them to get in the car, fight to get into the doctor, ETC you get the vibe.
So she tells me that James' swab came back positive for:
Parainfluenza type 4 RNA.
So it's a rare strand of virus and people who have shattered immune systems need to be careful.
So with my new found knowledge of James Saab I have to contact immunologist, neurologist blah blah blah.
So neurologist said it's a common strand for this time of year.
Yes we have to worry about James and hope he recovers quickly, BUT Scarlett is the concern...
Scarlett has PANS/PANDAS, an autoimmune condition triggered by virus, infection, environmental, toxins, well pretty much everything.
So when her immune system is triggered, rather than the antibodies fighting the infection or virus it attacks her instead. It attacks the basal ganglia.
These episodes are called Flares.
Every child flares differently.
Scarlett's flares include 4 motor tics, vocal tic, severe separation anxiety, food refusal, inability to know when urinating.
So my neurotypical little girl who is perfectly normal on every single level until she is in flare. The flares scare me... her first onset a few weeks ago still lingers and haunts my soul.
My child literally woke up a different person.
Ticcing and the rest of the horrendous symptoms.
Scarlett is on immune modulating antibiotics at the moment but even still I can see the onset of a flare about to spring upon us.
So this is really the core of my tightly wound stress.
It's really difficult to juggle autism and all it's demands. Therapy, schooling the 5 million sheets of paper work that come with it AND now that the NDIS is coming in that's ANOTHER HUGE stress.
Add Scarlett and that's where my 'go get em' energy is shattered.
This is why things that are not so important get shoved to the side. Like cupboards and drawers etc. this is what upsets me too when I see these people having lattes daily, able to maintain a perfect house, time for hair and nails etc.
And this is where I insert the number one quote I must remember and live by:
"Comparison is the thief of all joy"
Today is just ' one of those days' where I sadly reflect on the 'perfect family' image that I thought would be. I always have these days. They don't last long, because I remember how incredibly special my children are and how much I love them and think they are perfect the way they are.
It's also ok to have these days, filled with anxiety, stress, sadness and imperfection. Because these moments make us stronger.
Tomorrow I will be stronger. Today I am allowing myself to be a sad miserable sod,
I wanted to thank you all for always supporting our journey. I love all the private messages and emails we get, not only supportive ones but also asking some advice, either from parents of newly diagnosed children or parents that simply feel as though there is something 'not quite right'.
This brings me to say that I am not a specialist in the field of autism, I am simply a mother who has given her all to research, therapies and really ' whatever it takes' for my child to succeed. I do not do this alone. I have the most wonderful supportive husband, we have a great team of therapists and specialists all in place.
I am also here to help however just recently I have been completely and utterly misunderstood and feel I need to talk about it, after all I am a Virgo and we are communicators.
So, I had made a friend here in cyber space, someone I was valuing as a really really good friend ( despite not meeting). We have very similar beliefs when it comes to food, gut health and healing.
We would talk about a lot, daily life and anything related to our children.
She had some heavy concerns about her child. She would ask me many questions. So many questions, and daily, but I didn't mind because I wanted to help ( again I am a Virgo and I want to help everyone).
It got to the point where she was very stressed and anxious about her child, she had spent a number of days asking many questions.
So I felt it right to offer a 'suggestion' of what it might be.
She automatically got defensive and asked ' what gives you that impression', so I backed up my 'suggestion' with the reasons why I thought she might want to look into the condition ( and NO I did not suggest autism).
I sensed she was a 'little down', so I apologised if I had offended her in anyway.
She then cut me OFF.
I apologised AGAIN. She then said I, ' labelled her daughter and called her specialist useless'..... clearly we were having seperate conversations because that's not how I perceived it at all.
So I stated again, ' I am sorry you felt that way I am truly sorry'.
So I have actually just mourned a friendship, even though we have never met!
Isn't that crazy?!
This is how Chinese whispers start and people are made to look like they are something they are not.
I am not a coward, I am not malicious, I am not a know it all but I have been perceived that way.
I merely offered a 'suggestion' which was surrounded in love and respect.
I became the bullseye for all of her stress.
Bang. Friendship over and out.
Why can't people talk these days?
Why must people hide behind their screens?
Are we really living in a society where people can be so quick to cut off others?
What about the 'other' person ( I am fine by the way), I am just saying again, we are all different, everyone has a different personality, a different outlook on life etc but we must always remember to respect others. And simply just cutting people off is not respect in my view it's weak and arrogant.
James Mahanidis ( AKA track master)
Christmas 2015 we purchased James a wooden train track. James has always had a passion for trains and his favourite are wooden trains... believe me he has MANY.
I wanted to share his building passion.
Following are all the track creations James has achieved over the last week xx
Hello beautiful people...
So yesterday was James' 16 month check in with his diagnosing doctor, his wonderful psychologist.
James was diagnosed in February of 2016 with Autism Spectrum Disorder as most of you know, but I have a few new followers so I thought I would do a little re cap.
I had many concerns for James prior to his formal diagnosis. I was often in the paediatricians office ( WEEKLY) expressing my concerns, he would always say ' normal', 'normal' and well 'normal'. This paediatrician not only wasted my time and money, BUT he never ONCE listened to my concerns. SO we changed paediatrician... well we actually went back to our paediatrician who delivered James & Scarlett. The reason we switched from him was for travel convenience.... he is located an hour drive from us here in Wollongong.
Long story short our paediatrician is a very thorough and respected gentlemen who NOT once dismisses anything I say, EVER. And I have been known to go in with many sheets of questions.
Anyhoo what I want to say right here and right now....
DO NOT let anyone hurry you, dismiss you, dismiss your concerns or make you feel like you are not supported. You are the MOTHER and you know exactly what's going on with the souls you birthed at all times. BELIEVE in the power of the 'gut feeling' it's never wrong and it will never fail you.
So like I said above James baby was diagnosed 16 months ago! WOO HOO celebration.
Why am I celebrating?
BECAUSE we have done 16 months of full on early intervention!
The day James was diagnosed I knew he was on the spectrum but hearing the words was still like a punch to the gut. I put my feelings aside in that meeting because I wanted to really absorb what our psychologist was saying.
The things I took out of that appointment were:
*Early intervention is KEY.
*Build a TEAM around James to support ALL aspects of his life.
*Do WHATEVER IT TAKES
So I mourned, I mourned for the first 3 weeks. I cried myself to sleep at night. At the three week mark I thought to myself, 'why am I sad'?
LIKE he is the most beautiful soul I know!
You know what I was mourning.... I was mourning the girlfriends, the wife, the grandchild....
UM like not everyone grows up to have the white picket fence, wife, steady job and 3 kids!
And why can't he anyway... he can do whatever he wants!
I decided I wanted my son to be HAPPY, HEALTHY and live INDEPENDENTLY!!!!
And my 'whatever it takes' has that goal in mind!
What ever his happiness envolves and wherever his passions lie is where he will be the most successful version of himself.
That brings me to yesterday's appointment....
I am pleased to announce that james' psychologist was ecstatic with his progress so far. We work damn hard daily, James works the hardest of all of us.
But the non verbal, hyperactive soul that first walked into her office almost two years ago is a changed boy.
I want to share with you all the things we do and all the things we have in James' schedule but it takes time.
Just know it's a holistic approach.
We have social interaction, sensory therapies, speech therapy, intellectual processes, anxiety reduction and we work heavily on gut health and toxin removal.
That's what I mean by holistic.
Thank you for following us... I have actually just started writing again on the document I started 6 months ago that I WILL to become my first book. EEKKKK
Much Love to you all,
HELLO beautiful people...
So as most of you know I am the mother of a child on the autism spectrum and as a result have become a strong autism advocate.
I often get asked questions by parents that have an autistic child, are going through the process of diagnosis or have an inclination that their child may have autism spectrum disorder or a related disorder.
I am here to help anytime... but there is a couple things I just want to put out into the atmosphere.
Firstly, I am not a diagnosing doctor, any of my opinions or 'suggestions' come solely from first hand experience and the countless independent research I undertake on a daily basis.
I truly believe if you have any inclination that your child may be on the autism spectrum that you seek help from qualified professionals who are experienced in diagnosis.
What do I mean by 'qualified professionals'....
I don't know that any GP ( general practitioner ) is qualified to make the call on diagnosis. Even most paediatricians don't like to diagnose.
In our case our GP listened to our concerns and referred us to our paediatrician who I submitted the first initial ASD questionare to. Our paediatrician is a very thorough and well qualified man, he wouldn't even label James. He referred us to a paediatric psychologist.
A paediatric psychologist has the ability to distinguish a diagnosis while taking into consideration, age, development, milestones and intellectual abilities.
They don't just label a child a child, it's a very thorough process.
Our psychologist met with James multiple times before she even did the assessment, she met with me alone ( without James) and I filled out about 500 sheets of paper.
There are TWO things I believe are important...
LABEL & EARLY INTERVENTION
Label: yes it's just a label.
BUT this label allows your child the understanding they deserve.
It opens up support systems, financial help and therapies that your child NEEDS.
Early intervention: the sooner the child is diagnosed the quicker you can start supporting all aspects of their development.
Early intervention is crucial to their development and helping them live in a mainstream world.
Our psychologist told us that the between the ages of 3-7 are crucial. That any child on the spectrum needs support socially, emotionally and physically during this time as it will make the biggest impact on their lives.
I know it's hard.
It's hard to believe that there maybe something wrong with your child.
I GET IT, I have BEEN there.
That constant gut churning feeling, the unknown scares the SHIT out of you, will you and your family be judged?
You ask yourself, 'did I do this to them'....
It's hard to take that first step. It's hard to even swallow the first time the specialists tell you your child has autism. If you have any inclination speak to a professional and seek the supports and intervention while you can make a change. Don't wait until their Year 1 teacher says ' I think he/ she has autism'.
Always go with your mummy gut, it's never ever wrong! It hasn't failed you yet!!!
I am always here for anyone that needs help or wants to talk.
Thank you also for following our journey. James has made great strides since his diagnosis in February 2016 at age 3. He was anxious, non communicative, had many meltdowns a day. We have worked very hard, he has worked damn hard, we made a commitment to early intervention. I never thought we would see a lot of the things we see from him today.
Never give up, never give up HOPE. HOPE is what makes the world go around.
Here for you always,
A day in the life of ONE autism Mum
I say 'ONE' autism Mum because every single autism Mum has different struggles on a daily basis. Different routines, different therapies etc.
So I wanted to give you a little insight to things that happen on a Thursday for us. Thursday is James' therapy day ( well every day is therapy day but this is with his therapists)....
2am James awake- ready to PARTY ( thanks Theo for sitting up with him so Mumma can sleep)
4.30am James back to sleep
8.15am James awake
Now the fun of ROUTINE begins.
James has to see the coal train go past, he sits in the lounge Room at the window. Once the train has gone past he likes to sit for ten minutes with his iPad.
Daddy then tells James to go getting Mummy and Scar. He will run into my room and lay and cuddle me for a short time while I hear his iPad screaming different train noises. Once HE is ready we jump up and head to his room to collect his bottles and pop in the sink. He says HI to his dog Bear Bear and then Mummy attempts to get him calm so we can be out the door by 9.15am.
Quite often the time between waking and out the door is HECTIC. So many things could go wrong..... this morning James wanted to play 'hide & seek' for half hour.... so we all participated but that meant it was cutting time finely.
9.15am we are OUT THE DOOR. On our way to the coffee shop. I grab a coffee and james looks for spiders in the outside garden. After coffee we have to go see the big diggers down the road before our first therapy of the day.
TODAY we got to see 3 fire trucks and fire fighters doing training! James was PUMPED!
9.45am We arrive at OT. We always have to arrive 15 minutes early. This allows James to sit and calm. I read him books and he is ready for Lara to say 'hi james'.
10-11am Occupational Therapy. Sensory integration work for James' sensory needs.
11-12pm Give James a bottle and travel to speech therapy which is 30 minutes away from OT. Stop and get James a small gift for doing AWESOME OT. Almost had meltdowns today as NOT one shop in Shellharbour sold matchbox or hot wheels cars...... I will know for next week now!!!!
12.15-1pm Speech therapy. This week we are working on F... F F and more F! So bloody hard to get James to get this sound but we will get there. BOMBARD him until he has it!
1pm travel to the doctor. James has had a raspy throat now for a few weeks. No fevers or sickness or anything crazy but I would like to make sure there is no infection there. Particularly for Scarlett's sake as her autoimmune is triggered by infection.
2pm DR A..... so James had his throat swabbed today!!!! He did GREAT! Like pretty good considering he had to have a stick down his throat. GP doesn't wanna give James antibiotics for the sake of it BUT his sisters autoimmune is infection triggered and if anyone has strep it has to be dealt with. I will call Monday for the results.
So as soon as we finished at the GP I had to go get James a toy for his fantastic therapy. He choose a metal train today. We also grabbed some groceries and then we were home by 3pm.
It's now 3.35 pm and I have just sat to absorb some things that have gone down today.
Today even through the haze of manic busy busy that has been the day, I have still had to attend to more trivial things.
The rest of the afternoon will be calming our sensory soul down and hopefully into bed at a reasonable hour. We will attempt some dinner, he will have a nice 20 minute soak in Magnesium and a great home play with his toys. Mum will reset everything ready for tomorrow to do it all again with different activities and commitments.
Tonight I may just have a wine....
YEP! That's box colour on my hair folks... sorry to all my hairdressing friends and family!
BUT a mumma has to do what a mumma has to do!
Let's face it I have no time to scratch myself half the time, let alone have the time for sit for hours in a hair salon. YES, yes we can all find time for 'self care' BLAH BLAH ( I hear this ALL the time, can you tell?) BUT I would much prefer to spend my two hours at the float tank than in the hair salon.... like dah, priorities!
Just this morning I was looking through my Facebook feed whilst on the toilet and I saw multiple Mummas enjoying breakfast out, at the hair salon, on their way to the gym or posting lovely pictures of their fresh nail job.
MMMMmmm well I thought WTF am I doing wrong?
This year has been the first time that James baby has been away from me for an amount of time. This year he goes to preschool.
So really that frees me up for nails, hair, gym sesh and breakie out, right?
WRONG... when James is at school I take Scar to her activities, clean my house that I CAN NOT do when he is around ( all my special needs mummy's will understand that) and if I am lucky I have enough time to put that BOX hair colour on whilst I enjoy a warm cup of coffee and write this stupid post.
I really need to stop comparing my life to others... what the FARK have I been doing it this week? I dunno, like I am HAPPY with me. I am HAPPY with my chipped nail job, severe regrow and my saggy Mum butt and no friends.
Why... why am I so HAPPY?
BECAUSE.... my children are HAPPY.
I am here for them whenever they need me.
I may not be perfection to look at....
BUT I do a hell of a job co ordinating and communicating my sons needs and TEAM.
Being here for my newly diagnosed daughter and whatever she needs.
I just got to this point and thought, why am I writing this again?
OH... that's right!
I do the BEST ME!
And my ME is pretty FARKING awesome!!!!
Like the things I have accomplished with my children in this 4 short years is mind blowing.
After all they are my greatest achievement.... nail polish chips, hair colour fades BUT the energy and time I put into my children is shaping them to be bright shining lights and that's where my heart is.
And they love me the way I am.
NOTE: this is NOT an attack on fabulous picture perfect mummas. Because quite frankly no one is perfect. This is a post about not comparing ourselves to others. One's priorities are not another's priority.