About Me
Why "mommy broke it"?
A lifetime ago, I was a professional fundraiser/development director. I enjoyed my career and was quite talented at what I did. After years of trying, treatments, prayer and paperwork, we adopted a beautiful little boy and my priorities changed. I discovered that I just could not enjoy a career and leave this little boy to be raised in a day care. So I made a hard decision and walked away from the career.
I became a stay at home mom. It was not easy. Long days with a new baby and little contact with the "world". I was afraid I had made a terrible mistake but I would stare at my son and know deep in me that I was in the right spot. There were so many questions... why did we adopt, how much did it cost, where did he come from, what did I do all day, how could we afford it. I did my best to find the humor in it all and just go about making the best family decisions I could. Often I felt broken and utterly alone in my new role.
I adjusted to my life. I am happy to be home with Espen. At the young age of 5, our son was diagnosed with sensory processing disorder, high functioning autism, ADHD and ODD. We needed help with all the "weird situations". For the most part, we ignore everything but ADHD because it really is the ELEPHANT in our house. We live just a few steps away from crazy meltdown and hysteria. But our house is full of love. I spend time advocating, educating and learning so that I can help my child and the future of others. When he was a third grader he was curious about everything BUT school. That was the year he tied himself to a chair and the teacher had to call. When he was in 5th grade COVID happened and educationally and socially he struggled. In 7th grade we are back to wild and weird things just fitting into his skin.
With a 13 year old, I am able to be in my pottery studio mostly full time! I am happy to wear clay stained clothes with messy hair most days. I don't miss a sports event or band function. I pick up and drop off my smart funny child every day. I am in a good spot. And yet because I am human, some days I miss the "life" I had before him and I feel like I may break under the pressure of being a mother and wife. Some days the special needs, the wacky wild calls I get, the locked fortress of our home make me feel near the brink.
When I started mommy broke it, I was just joking about how I had a knack for breaking things. Name it and I have broken it. I am good! So my blog was a "journal" of things I had unintentionally and accidentally broken. It soon became a place to share the wonderful (and sometimes horrific) stories of motherhood, of my life! I was an anonymous voice in the world just able to vent my fears, frustrations, joys and moments. My broken little voice may not have been heard but I was able to share my story.
I had so much to share that I started a blog for just Espen's journey. I knew when he was about 2 that he was different. I became his best and loudest advocate as I called poison control more than other moms, lost my child frequently, chased a super fast little boy, calmed melt downs, worried about pain tolerance and other very odd circumstances. I lived in a different world. I knew God gave special kids to special people so I just powered on. You can read about our early years at one sensational kid. These days, I am back to maintaining one blog and combined, these are our stories...
Welcome to my world....
A lifetime ago, I was a professional fundraiser/development director. I enjoyed my career and was quite talented at what I did. After years of trying, treatments, prayer and paperwork, we adopted a beautiful little boy and my priorities changed. I discovered that I just could not enjoy a career and leave this little boy to be raised in a day care. So I made a hard decision and walked away from the career.
I became a stay at home mom. It was not easy. Long days with a new baby and little contact with the "world". I was afraid I had made a terrible mistake but I would stare at my son and know deep in me that I was in the right spot. There were so many questions... why did we adopt, how much did it cost, where did he come from, what did I do all day, how could we afford it. I did my best to find the humor in it all and just go about making the best family decisions I could. Often I felt broken and utterly alone in my new role.
I adjusted to my life. I am happy to be home with Espen. At the young age of 5, our son was diagnosed with sensory processing disorder, high functioning autism, ADHD and ODD. We needed help with all the "weird situations". For the most part, we ignore everything but ADHD because it really is the ELEPHANT in our house. We live just a few steps away from crazy meltdown and hysteria. But our house is full of love. I spend time advocating, educating and learning so that I can help my child and the future of others. When he was a third grader he was curious about everything BUT school. That was the year he tied himself to a chair and the teacher had to call. When he was in 5th grade COVID happened and educationally and socially he struggled. In 7th grade we are back to wild and weird things just fitting into his skin.
With a 13 year old, I am able to be in my pottery studio mostly full time! I am happy to wear clay stained clothes with messy hair most days. I don't miss a sports event or band function. I pick up and drop off my smart funny child every day. I am in a good spot. And yet because I am human, some days I miss the "life" I had before him and I feel like I may break under the pressure of being a mother and wife. Some days the special needs, the wacky wild calls I get, the locked fortress of our home make me feel near the brink.
When I started mommy broke it, I was just joking about how I had a knack for breaking things. Name it and I have broken it. I am good! So my blog was a "journal" of things I had unintentionally and accidentally broken. It soon became a place to share the wonderful (and sometimes horrific) stories of motherhood, of my life! I was an anonymous voice in the world just able to vent my fears, frustrations, joys and moments. My broken little voice may not have been heard but I was able to share my story.
I had so much to share that I started a blog for just Espen's journey. I knew when he was about 2 that he was different. I became his best and loudest advocate as I called poison control more than other moms, lost my child frequently, chased a super fast little boy, calmed melt downs, worried about pain tolerance and other very odd circumstances. I lived in a different world. I knew God gave special kids to special people so I just powered on. You can read about our early years at one sensational kid. These days, I am back to maintaining one blog and combined, these are our stories...
Welcome to my world....
