We're All A Little Broken

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  • Community With A Capital C…

    Community With A Capital C…

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    Dena Abramson Babb
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    I had the opportunity to “guest preach” at our church last weekend. In this super strange time where it seems many people are more interested in personal “liberties” or preferences, I had a whole bunch to say about the need for all of us to live with the common good at the center. I kept…

  • This is Why..

    This is Why..

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    Dena Abramson Babb
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    This is a post I have been pondering for quite some time. Truth be told, I’ve written it dozens of times in my head, but hesitated to send the words out into the world. Why? Because as much as I KNOW this post isn’t about any one person, I am pretty certain that there are…

  • Choosing Grace

    Choosing Grace

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    Dena Abramson Babb
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    Should. That’s a trigger word for me. I know I use it with myself too much, but I make an extreme effort to not use with it other people. In my opinion, “should” feels critical or judgmental. It diminishes the possibility that there is more than one “right” way to do or be or feel.…

  • If Not Here, Then Where?

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    Dena Abramson Babb
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    I’ve lost count of the number of hours I have spent in the waiting rooms of doctors, therapists, and specialists in the past 2 years. I would wager that the total number is well into the hundreds. Hour, upon hour, upon hour has ticked away while I sat waiting for my son. Some of those…

  • To The Parent of My Son’s Friend

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    Dena Abramson Babb
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    While our family support system is fairly vast, my son’s personal support system has shrunk as he struggles with anxiety, panic and depression. So we are exceedingly thankful for the kids who continue to make the effort to be his friend and to the parents who continue to open their homes to him. Yesterday  he got a…

  • “You’re Okay. You’re Okay. You’re Okay.”

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    Dena Abramson Babb
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    Mother’s Day 2016 I woke up this morning at the LA Zoo with my daughter, the 10 other girls in her Brownie troop, and 3 other mothers. We had a troop sleepover at the zoo on Saturday night. Not a traditional start to a Mother’s Day, but even with a body sore from sleeping on…

  • 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…

  • The Kindness of Strangers

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    Dena Abramson Babb
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    Friday was my birthday and we took a family trip to Universal Studios. Given the extreme anxiety and panic attacks our son has been experiencing recently, we knew chances were high for him to experience some level of difficulty during the day. We also knew this was something he really wanted to do, so we…

  • Cheers!

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    Dena Abramson Babb
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    That memory popped up in my personal Facebook feed this morning… The therapist I referred to in this post a year ago was the brilliant speech language pathologist, who spent the next 9 months doing amazing work to close Owen’s expressive language deficit. She’s also the one who referred us to our current psychologist, who…

  • 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…