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Past Musings

Past Musings

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Previously known as TransitioningMom.com

Insider’s Guide to the Injured Brain

The new workbook for brain injury survivors and their support

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A glimpse into my life

See that runny nose? I thought I had passed the years of wiping noses. This guy sneezed at least 6 times in a row while laying next to me on the couch, then I noticed his very, very wet runny nose. I knew if I didn't act fast, he would have been wiping it on my shoulder and I already know what that nose can do to windows. Thankfully, Lexi was quick with a paper towel and my shirt was spared. Love this silly goofball, sneezing, runny nose and all. #blacklab #PatientPacific #careerchangedguidedog #GuideDogsfortheBlind #GDB #futuretherapyhero #dogsofinstagram

A year ago, he was pitching plumbing parts at a bog box hardware store. Today, he is on Phase 6 (of 8) in the Guide Dogs for the Blind formal training program. (Still holding my breath, though, because he's not a graduate until he crosses the finish line.) What a difference a year makes! Go, Alfredo, go! #GuideDogsfortheBlind #GDB #puppyintraining #Alfredo #lilbit #yellowlab

Traditions: A Tale in One Photo There are no Easter dresses or bonnets today. There are no dyed eggs waiting to be hidden. There are no stuffed bunnies nor Easter baskets overflowing with candies and toys. This year, I've had no Easter decor gracing my home. This year, the long-standing norms shifted significantly just as they did during our Christmas season. Life in our home is in an unfamiliar transition season. My girls are adults, both busy with school and work. Though both are still under our roof, our paths cross in quick and random greetings or goodbyes. Gone are the regular family dinners or lazy weekends together. Children grow. Seasons change. It's logical that many of our holiday traditions would shift and fade, too. Still, traditions weave a family together. This year, I hadn't made a conscious decision to shift our Easter tradition, but it came about organically. I boiled eggs, but felt no need to dye them. I knew my younger daughter would work early today and her older sister would likely sleep in as Saturdays have become her heavy study/homework day. We wouldn't have a traditional breakfast with homemade yummies before church. Still, I couldn't do nothing, even if it was solely to feed the mama's heart inside me. So, with that, I threw together a simplified shared Easter "basket" for my girls. My younger one smiled and gave a heartfelt "thank you" when she saw it. Before she headed out the door, I asked her if it was OK that I hadn't done our traditional Easter routine to which she replied, "Honestly, I'm glad you did something, and what you did was just perfect." And with that, I watched my adult daughter walk out the door. Traditions tie us to each other and our memories. We gather. We reminisce. We bond over tradition. Sometimes, we fear stopping or changing a tradition means losing those ties. However, I've learned that when traditions change and shift, we give space to make new memories. #family #parenting #motherhood #mothers #daughters #memories #traditions #Easter

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