Category Archives: Parenting
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Get out of the way, Mom
3July 12, 2020 by whirlyjoy
Isn’t it great when parenting becomes simply getting out of their way? And when you forget, they’ll let you know.
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Year of Wonder
1January 7, 2018 by whirlyjoy
This summer we officially joined our families by moving in together. We adopted the Wonder Dog to fulfill a promise and overcome some understandable teenage mutiny around sharing a smallish townhouse between four full-sized people.
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A Really Excellent Fantasy
3December 1, 2017 by whirlyjoy
My role then is simply to take awe and delight in watching these gorgeous people grow.
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Shifting gears with a slippery clutch
6September 12, 2013 by whirlyjoy
If this blog post is a bit disjointed, that suits the subject matter. Autism definitely puts a family and everyone in it out of joint.
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The courage to accept
3January 30, 2013 by whirlyjoy
The books are called things like Everybody is Different, Different Like Me: My Book of Autism Heroes, I Am Utterly Unique, My Friend Has Autism… They’re about acceptance and understanding, and mostly that’s what I’m about too.
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Siri and Mimi
2October 16, 2012 by whirlyjoy
Because Aida is my first-born, it’s easy for me to forget how naturally regular kids develop all the basic knowledge and skills they need, growing up.
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What’s that sign?
9October 9, 2012 by whirlyjoy
Most of Aida’s interactions with the world can be hard to figure out, and a huge part of my job as her mother is to try to guess what the heck is going on inside that bright but screwy brain of hers.
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Chaos du jour: Footwear
4October 2, 2012 by whirlyjoy
There’s a German proverb that says “the shoe alone knows if the stocking has holes” – but that’s only true when you manage to keep your shoes on…
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How I met my yoga
2September 25, 2012 by whirlyjoy
For the eleven weeks that I was on bed rest until Aida emerged the barest of preemies at 37 weeks, Eenie would come to keep me company.
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In pursuit of (medicated) happiness
3September 19, 2012 by whirlyjoy
Nana once told me that raising children is all about greater heights of fear and guilt than you would ever experience otherwise.
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