2016 was a great year for Quad City Moms Blog! We certainly plan on enjoying every moment during these last few weeks of the year, but we wanted to take some time to reflect on 2016 and see what YOU have loved most right here on the blog. Our passion continues to be connecting moms in the Quad Cities community and beyond. Our readers connected like never before – growing to a community of over 6,500 moms. We hope you’ve enjoyed reading along this year as much as we’ve enjoyed sharing!
So, without further ado, here are our TOP 10 most read and most loved posts in 2016!
Yet, SOMETHING is still missing and I can’t even put into words what that SOMETHING is….all I know is that I have such a strong need for a tribe of special needs moms.
I NEED to be in the presence of people who are experiencing similar struggles and understand what it is like to walk in my shoes on a daily basis. I NEED to be able to sit across the table from someone and take a deep breath, while thinking to myself, “I am not alone.”
Even if their symptoms are exasperating sometimes, they doing the best they can – period. Practice unconditional love and patience, do not resort to punishing their pain.This is an opportunity for your whole family to grow closer together or further apart. How you respond to your child’s anxiety will make all the difference.
We narrowly escaped some treacherous playground antics that should have involved broken limbs. My counselor husband brought taking deep breaths down to a kid level and we would count with her or put her head on our chest so we could breath together. We changed our language with P. We couldn’t use negatives (like “no” or “don’t do that) because she saw them as a challenge. We had to reframe our words such that we weren’t challenging her abilities.
He already had a name. The tests said everything was fine. The statistics were in my favor. What went wrong? What was going on? Unfortunately, none of my questions changed anything. There I was, waiting for another still ultrasound to confirm what we already knew had happened. Our baby was gone. Summer hadn’t even started yet, and now we were going to face another quiet delivery, another heartbreak, and another baby to bury.
I know I am still infertile because I still check the toilet paper when I wipe and often panic when I see blood. I forget that is normal now, and not a cause for panic like it was when I was pregnant and had a subchorionic hemorrhage. But sometimes I forget that. I see the blood and my heart skips a beat. In my head, I am nine weeks pregnant with a terrible bleed, about to call my doctor for an ultrasound to see if there are still two heartbeats.
For many of us, it’s so much more complicated than a three day boot camp, and more emotionally and physically involved than others realize. But how do I explain all that to the six year olds at Chick-Fil-A who call my son the poop monster and run away from him? Or the older kid at the birthday party who looks at him with a confused glance and says judgementally, “How old are you?”
I don’t. I just say, “he’s only three” and ignore their stares. But in two weeks he will be four, and he won’t be potty trained yet.
Gone are the sleepovers where I’d have to entertain you and your friends. Now, I sit in a chair listening to the muffled sounds of laughing and gossiping coming through your locked bedroom door. Gone are the days where I’d sit outside the tub and watch you laugh every time your fish toy squirted water in your face. Those laughs have now been replaced by the sound of your shower and blow dryer as you get yourself ready in the morning.
When my son was born, I headed back to work after 10 weeks armed for battle with a breast pump and high heels. After a year, I started noticing those greener pastures around me. The green grass I saw when I talked to moms who stayed home with their kids. I wanted THAT grass. THAT grass was so very obviously better and greener than mine.
WHY WASN’T MY GRASS THAT GREEN?
I never felt like I was a perfectionist, my husband-yes, but me? What I did realize is that I was trying so hard to keep everything the same even though my life wasn’t remotely the same as it had been. I was grieving the loss of WHO I was, what I used to be and what life looked like before it shattered into a thousand pieces, and I was failing because I couldn’t measure up to my own standards.
It’s easier for you. You’ve got all girls.
Um, excuse me? When did parenting get easy regardless of whether you have boys or girls? Have you tried putting gloves on a Barbie doll? I kid. But really, I know, boys tends to be more physically active and I know it’s different parenting boys versus girls. That said, parenting is hard. The end.
So, those are the MOST loved and read posts this year! We can’t wait to see what 2017 will bring!
Which one was your favorite?