We're All A Little Broken

Tag: children

  • Ripping Off The Bandaid

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    Dena Abramson Babb
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    These are the lessons I have learned since deciding rip off the bandaid to share both my son’s diagnoses,  and our family’s journey,  with the world. A “label” isn’t always a bad thing –  We spent a long time not wanting to “label” our son, and therefore were not straightforward with him, ourselves or others. This came from a…

  • Awkward Waiting Room Moments

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    Dena Abramson Babb
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      The waiting room at my son’s psychologist was particularly full this afternoon. I don’t tend to feel like chatting (hello introvert) while I am waiting for his appointment to be over, so while I was aware that several people had come in while we sat there I didn’t actually make eye contact with any…

  • The Lie I Told Today

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    Dena Abramson Babb
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    This is the lie I told this morning at church… In response to the question “How are you today?” – my answer was “fine, thank you.” Or some version of that several dozen times as I greeted different people. I smiled and lied to each of them. The honest answer would have been… “I’m exhausted and…

  • Gatorade and Nutella

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    Dena Abramson Babb
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    I have always refrained from using food as a bribe or bargaining tool with my kids. Always. Always is a long time. And always ended today. Tuesday is the day my son has his weekly appointment with the psychologist. We go straight from school, and I keep a selection of snacks for both kids to choose from…

  • To my daughter…

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    Dena Abramson Babb
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    Dear daughter, The other night, following another spectacularly explosive meltdown from your older brother, you said quietly, “I just want the old (brother) back.” So do we sweet girl. And so does he. We know that this bad place he is in right now,  is also incredibly hard on you. You have lost your first…

  • The Good

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    Dena Abramson Babb
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    My job is hard on my son. I am director of Children’s and Family Ministries at a church. That means at least one day a week, my family is “at work” with me. For my husband and my daughter, this isn’t an issue. But my job is hard on my son. My son is an…

  • This is Us…

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    Dena Abramson Babb
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    This is what you might see on the surface when you look at us…A “perfect” nuclear family – husband, wife, son, daughter – who love each other deeply. We have been married for 16 years and together for 23 years. We are college educated professionals, who also make time to volunteer with scouts, PTSA and…