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Looking back on the past 8 years of raising Brantley, I've realized there's so much I wish I had known from the start. Here are five...

“Your motherhood will outlive you and live inside your children forever” What a testament to the impact of a mother’s love and care,...

Seeing Brantley being stared at fills me with rage. Today, at Bronson's baseball camp, I lost count at 24 kids who couldn't tear their...

I've been living the dream. Six consecutive nights of Brantley peacefully sleeping led to six blissful days of rest for me, and a much...

Knowing Brantley means understanding his obsession with going barefoot. He’s all about soaking in the tactile sensation of the ground...

Brantley is no stranger to surgery; it's become almost routine, with the need to go under anesthesia at least once a year. All but one...

Can someone pinch me? This feels too surreal to be true. After what feels like an eternity of waiting on insurance, Medicaid, and various...

Pins and needles. That’s what we sit on as we once again wait for genetic testing results. It's suspected that Brantley has a genetic...

Think baby proofing ends after a few years? That’s not always the case. Those of us with high support needs children often have to take...

8 years, 8 months, 3 weeks and 1 day, that is how long I have been changing Brantley’s diapers. As a baby, he would routinely turn a...

Brantley requires constant supervision—24-hour eyes on him for safety.  Despite being almost 9, his safety awareness is similar to that...

Brantley's skill development is a journey, not a race – a reminder I've needed a lot throughout the last eight years. Just before turning...

Our door alarm has an uncanny ability to make my heart plummet unexpectedly. I guess you could call it a side effect of having a child...

Brantley laughs in the face of traditional sleep patterns. He is a devoted night owl who revels in the wee hours of the night. Each night...

I vividly remember when I first considered that Brantley might have autism. He was 7 months old, and my once-vocal child had been...

Brantley’s week was full of challenging days, tears and screams at school triggered concerned messages from teachers two days straight. ...

“Can we watch a movie, the marrying kind of movie?” my youngest son asked. He knew chick flicks were my favorite and he wanted to butter...

Armed with a spoon under his pillow and his pajamas on inside out my youngest son flushed a handful of ice down the toilet and climbed...