I’ve had a bit of an epiphany.  It was like looking at a cell in a microscope, if you were a biology major in college like I was.  You start with the image very out of focus, but as you begin to fiddle with the coarse adjustment, the image comes into focus, but it’s still not clear.  So, you adjust the fine adjustment until you see the details.  All of this and you see an image that did not exist before your eyes just moments before.

Like the microscope it came into focus slowly over time, then the image appeared in increasing clarity, until I realized that the person I was looking at was indeed myself.

I have a sensory kiddo, but I just might be a sensory mama, too.

Some of Jack’s quirks are definitely like my own.  To this day, I cannot eat yogurt with fruit on the bottom, or any chunks for that matter, without dry heaving.  The same goes for getting food, or paint, or anything on my hands.  If I get one loose hair on my skin, I go berserk.  It simply bothers me, but at least I have the ability to communicate my discomfort with words.  I can only imagine the frustration that he faces daily. …continue reading