Co-parenting is an intricate dance that is incredibly difficult to master. Trying to figure out the proper steps, trusting your partner to do what they are suppossed to and learning to let go of what you have no control over is not an easy process.
Lately I have been learning the act of giving up control. While I like to think of myself as spontaneous and fun, the truth of the matter is that I am a bit of a micro manager when it comes to being a mom. My best friend Abby recently brought to my attention when we were at her house for dinner that I asked my son if he was okay no less than 50 times in the four hours we were there. Hmmm…that may have been a bit excessive. I mean how much trouble could an almost ten year old boy get into the living room of a townhouse in suburbia while playing the Wii while I was in the kitchen? And didn’t I think that Christian would tell me if he wasn’t okay? It opened my eyes to how often I need to reassure myself that my son is alive, healthy and generally happy.
If I am that obsessive with my son’s wellbeing while he is with me, I am sure you can imagine what a crazy environment my head is when my son is with his dad for a week at a time (our custody arrangement is one week with mom, one week with dad.) I feel so vulnerable when Christian is with his dad. I have no control over what my son is doing for an entire week. It is torture. Continue reading »



In January, I have been asked to do a speaking engagement to a support group of parents of autistic children.