Carol Brady

When I became a mom I had no idea how to change a diaper. Jordan wouldn't latch on and I returned to work after six weeks. It was not an easy beginning.
Somehow, through all the chaos, mistakes and exhaustion, he still recognized me as his mom.
It took him eighteen months to say Mamma, but it didn't matter- from the moment of his diagnosis, I was his Mamma. How cute he was dressed, showing him off in our walks to the park and worrying about how much he ate no longer mattered, we were on a mission for his life- from age 12 months.

Sofia was born independent, she taught herself to sleep in her own bed through the night and was potty trained at 15 months. For a certain period of time, she called me her daughter:-) I put a stop to that, but it kind of gives you an idea as to her level of maturity at an early age.

Two days ago we had an IEP meeting for Jordan. 10 Professors, a psychiatrist, Luca and me battling for Jordan.
Four days ago I took Sofia to talk to a child psychiatrist to make sure she was okay with all the changes happening around her. He told us she's okay, but Luca and I are going to speak to him to make sure we're okay with all the changes happening around and inside us.

We can't always predict what's coming around the next curve and we can't always escape the blow, but as mothers we can certainly try to soften it and admit it's there.

Throughout everything MY MOTHER is just a phone call away. I don't always agree with her advice, I don't always take it well, but it's there. Her advice, her love is ALWAYS there.

Happy Mother's Day to all the Moms who are human, who make mistakes, who cook, clean and iron...and to those who don't make mistakes, who don't cook and who don't clean and never iron....because at the end of the day when you realize you've left him in a dirty diaper for way too long...and you feel like the worst Mom in the world...you change that diaper, give him a bath and extra snuggles.
And he snuggles you back.