Life lessons for my girls
Two weeks ago my girls worked together on an art project and we talked about how helping each other is kindness.
Two weeks ago my girls worked together on an art project and we talked about how helping each other is kindness.
A couple of days ago, I received a text from a woman named Gloria who was a wonderful aide/caregiver for my 15-year-old son who has Autism, anxiety disorder and very challenging behavioral issues! She works at a children’s residency/school that my son was attending and living at for a little over two years, a while…
Years ago, I took my kids out to breakfast, just the three of us. My daughter was a baby and my son a toddler.
Anyone who knows us knows that random acts of kindness have always been our thing. We did what we could when we could. When my husband Scott died we really upped our game, trying to do a few times a month if not once a week, because at a time where we were at an…
At a birthday party at the park, 5-year-old Tyler is chatting to me. He looks up and sees his toddler sister sitting at the top of a very high slide. He calls to her to wait and runs smiling to have her slide down and catches her at the bottom. What a caring, sweet example…
Many people believe that children and adults with autism don’t always show empathy. Some don’t, or very little, but there are a lot that do, sometimes even more than the “typical” person.
Yesterday after church everyone had a shared lunch together. I made sure that my 4-year-old was seated with her lunch and then went to get mine.
My son Jaden is 9 and loves trash cans, his sister Kiera and his cat Jacky. He has the biggest heart, always thinking about how he can help someone.
Giving has always been easy for me whether a small gift for a sick friend or just because. Maybe some baking or cooking or even a phone call to someone who lives elsewhere! Whatever you need, I’m there. It’s receiving that’s the problem!
I helped a homeless man today and he said God bless you and I told him thank you and God loves you.
Years ago my sister worked at the Royal Bank of Canada, Puerto Rico bank. A co-worker got hit very badly on his way home. His car was destroyed but he was in worse shape with broken bones and glass cuts all over his face and hands. He was young in his late twenties, just starting…
While eating at my favorite diner, I saw a group of men at another booth. I recognized one of them and went to say hello. This man is a pastor and he was meeting with other pastors for prayer.