What Do i do Now? HeySistah Publishing

I t's early and I've been up since I heard Mrs. Smith went to Glory.. For me each time someone that touched my life in a profound way passes away it is a moment of reflection for me. I reflect on how I knew them and I play over in my mind the moments in my memory that our paths crossed. What influences they may have had on me, and then I pray they did and said all they wanted to do while they were here. The other day when the party for Mrs. Payne was held and Mrs. Hill was there, I wished I had known I would have very much liked to attend. I don't go many places that aren't child related, and while I have visited Mrs. Hill and her family in the past on an impulse, you don't want to disturb people just out of the blue. So when there was a party and they were gracious enough to leave the comfort of their homes to attend, I would've moved hell and high water to be there to honor those great ladies as they deserve, where I would not care much if it were just an...

" WHAT DO I DO TO HELP MY CHILD DURING HIS/HER MELTDOWN?" As a parent to a child with autism, you’re probably no stranger to meltdowns. During a sensory meltdown, children with special needs have very little control over their behavior. They may scream, break things, attack others and even try to hurt themselves. While it’s painful to see your child lose control for seemingly no reason, meltdowns help you understand when your little one is experiencing sensory overwhelm. As a parent, it’s essential that you learn to recognize the signs of a meltdown so you can keep your child safe, and help them regain control and composure. Perhaps what’s most terrifying about a sensory meltdown is the extent to which a child loses control. During a meltdown, a person with autism is completely unaware of their actions and what’s happening around them. Their behavior is an involuntary, knee-jerk response to sensory overwhelm. It’s almost as if they’ve had a complete break with real...

Tomorrow is Mother's Day and as I scroll through the many beautiful photos of people and their mommies I wonder.   I wonder do they realize how blessed they are to be able to talk to, hold, hug, laugh with, kiss tenderly on her soft cheek, gaze into her wise eyes, feel like a kid no matter how old they are. Are they not treasuring every moment, even the ones when they try your patience like a child. My mom would ask me to come take her on an errand , and then have 5 other stops she didn't tell me about. What I wouldn't do to schlep here around once more. I miss her making my favorite dinner for my Birthday, and giving me an Easter basket every year.  I understand so much now that I'm a mother myself, and although I gave her everything I could I wish I could've given more. She made it look so effortless, and I loved the nights we stayed up all night watching movies and eating leftovers, just us two, and I now realize she was probably up because she was up wo...