I’ve given birth to three beautiful children. They are my light, my heart, and world. They are the greatest accomplishment of life. And although I know that’s something every parent says of their children (and every parent is correct in their own statement), for me, claiming my children as an accomplishment is a true measurable … Continue reading Giving Birth HIV Negative Children.
In my family, much like any other Latino family-we’re loud. The colors on our walls are bright, the food is seasoned with a cornucopia of flavors, we hug a lot, we kiss a lot. Everything we instinctively do, the cultural practices and traditions of who we are is a nightmare for autistic children. My son … Continue reading Maximus The Great: Being Latino & Autistic is hard.
Being the parent to a special needs child would be so much easier if the world wasn’t full of reminders that you’re kid, and thus your life are different or wrong, or sick, etc.
It's the day after and the stirring silence from friends and family is an indicator of the fear leftover from election night. But I have to put that away right now. Because my son needs me. I want to rant and rave and be pissed then take a deep breath and say ok, I'm moving … Continue reading The day after, I had bigger fish to fry.
He’s three. He’s had three birthday parties. Three Christmases. Three Easter holidays. He’s three and has had double as many assessments than birthdays, holidays, and years on this earth. They started when he first failed a milestone survey at 2 and half and his Early Head Start teacher asked me to meet with ECI. At that … Continue reading Maximus The Great: It’s Official.
So many of you have shown such an outpouring of love during this process of diagnosing Max with potential autism. I'm getting lots of questions, suggestions, advice, and just love so we decided to dedicate an entire series of the blog to Maximus the Great. It’s been quite the journey the last several months. I first … Continue reading Maximus the Great: An Update
I sat in my stylist's chair taking in a few deep breaths. It'd been a stressful several weeks and I was finally able to get some "me" time squeezed in on a random Thursday. I wanted to do something fun with my hair and originally thought of putting in some pink, as I had just … Continue reading Blue.
Dear Maxaroni, My sweet boy. Did you know were named after a Roman general? We almost named you Hannibal-you'll learn about him later (trust me, your dad had about 100 books about him). He famously said "We will find the way or create it." Those words helped me power through the shock and fear I … Continue reading Dear Max, You’re High Risk
Here are some tips and tricks I've learned along way while traveling with one, two , or three bebitos. Packing combine suitcases. Use Ziploc bags to separate each day’s outfits and stick the dirty clothes back into the bags to save space. Let your kid’s take their own diapers/toys in a surprise backpack. Making it a … Continue reading Traveling with your Bebitos-Part 1: Air travel.
I cannot count the amount of times I laid in bed, postponing sleep, crying to my mother about how ugly I was. I felt ugly because I didn’t fit in. The gold strings that cascaded around my head, did not match the dark luscious locks of hair that hung down my mother’s back. I didn’t … Continue reading Compliments & Colorism