Keep fueling the fire ’cause you’re only making me stronger!

Hello everybody!

I hope you guys are well.

Last week I made a phone call to my daughter’s school in order to receive an update on our case seeking speech therapy for her and guess what I received?  Nothing!  Nada!  Freaking Zilch!  So, you can imagine how angry I was and the anger kept brewing up inside of me to the point where I was in tears over the phone as I explained to my husband what they said, or in our case, didn’t say.  I didn’t know what to do with myself, but then it hit me.

Take that anger and use it as fuel.

I sat down in front of my computer and started typing away.

I started typing a lengthy letter detailing the process that we’ve been going through with no results.

I started typing about the discouraging words coming out of people who should be helping us.

I started typing about my sweet daughter who’s being punished for having good grades.

I started typing about her teachers who noticed immediately that she needs a little bit of help.

That’s all she needs, a little bit of help.


I started typing an SOS letter to the highest position in the school, the principal.

I printed out my letter with my contact information, signed and sealed it.  I hand delivered it, while picking up my daughter during dismissal, to the assistant principal with a message that this letter was for the principal.  Honestly, I thought I was going to get a response possibly the next day or later.  As soon as I got home, ten minutes later, I received a phone call from the principal.  I was shocked and pleased.  We spoke amicably about my letter and she assured me that she was going to look into matters, talk to all the necessary people, and find me options.  I told her options are good, for now, because nothing’s currently being done.

So, the waiting game continues…

…but, I will continue to call,

I will continue to write,

I will keep advocating for my child,

they will continue to see and hear me until I see results.

Until my child gets that little bit of help that she needs.

And for those who don’t want to help me, your discouraging words bring on a rage inside of me and I use that as fuel to surpass any social anxiety that I suffer from in order to insure that my child will get the services that she is rightfully entitled to.

Take that anger and use it as fuel.  Advocate for your child, no matter what.

My newest mantra.

Take good care all.

Until next time…


I question myself…

Hello everybody!

I hope you guys are well.

I used to question myself as a human being.  What am I suppose to be doing here on this earth with my life?  Then I became a mom/human being and started questioning myself as a parent, almost every day.  Am I feeding, cleaning, teaching, treating, and loving them well enough to avoid any damage in the future?  Yes, I’m dramatic, but I have a reason for it.  It’s my wicked and over the top mind.  It has been doing a number on me for many years and I have to work hard to Zen it down, especially for my daughters.  I have to constantly remind myself that things are not going to go as plan.  They might and that’s ok, but if they don’t, that’s ok as well.

Parenthood is a very scary world (I took my sweet time knocking at that door because I knew exactly what was in store) and if you add a worked up mind to the mix, things can go haywire.  But then comes the day where you’re shown exactly what your best efforts have put forward.  I was invited and honored this morning at my daughter’s school for their Exceptional Women Day Brunch.  My daughter’s essay was chosen, along with others in different grades and classes.  We began the celebration by sharing some of the essays that were written by the students.  My daughter stood up and read hers without a second thought, which I so admire and love about her.  She also showed everyone the drawing that she made.  Now it’s my turn to share it with you and to let you know that at least for today my mind is very peaceful and my heart is very proud.  I will remember this day when I’m questioning myself as a parent and know that I’m doing a good job.  My daughter’s teachers, advisors and coaches have provided me with this day, which I’m going to cherish.  I greatly thank them for the acknowledgement and for providing me with something to hush my mind with.


I also want to thank my darling daughter, Olivia, for her kind and thoughtful words as well as her lovely drawing of us at the dining room table doing her homework.  🙂  I love her artwork.

Take good care all.

Until next time…