We're All A Little Broken

Tag: life

  • Back on Track to Black

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    Dena Abramson Babb
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    My son began training in the martial art of ninjitsu when he was 7 years old. From the very first lesson he loved it and was hooked. By the time he had trained long enough and showed enough mastery of technique to advance to his second belt, he had declared his intent to become a…

  • Two Sides Of The Same Coin

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    Dena Abramson Babb
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    Every once in awhile I am struck by the absolute paradox that is my son.  Following the rough time he had on the 4th of July, we gave him a completely down day yesterday. He needed a day of quiet and relative solitude to recover. Toward the end of the day I asked him if he…

  • 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…

  • I Hate That Red Wristband

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    Dena Abramson Babb
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    This is our first full week of summer vacation. I wrote last week about how challenging the break would be this year – one kid at home trying to avoid anxiety and panic triggers, one kid at a different day camp each week, and me trying to balance both of them while also muddling through one of…

  • Summer Is Coming

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    Dena Abramson Babb
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    My kids have exactly 3 hours of school left in the 2015-2016 school year. That means Summer Break begins at 12:01pm tomorrow afternoon. Summer break this year is most likely going to be anything other than restful. With my son’s anxiety levels as high as they are right now, and potential triggers for panic attacks…

  • Outgrown 

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    Dena Abramson Babb
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    When my son was first assessed for speech therapy through the school district, I started a file folder with every piece of paper we received. Over time, the file folder got too full of IEPs, progress reports, addendums, etc. and I up sized to a 3-ring binder.  Fast forward 3 years – outside assessments, testing…

  • The Cheese(s) Stand Alone

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    Dena Abramson Babb
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    This morning was the annual volunteer breakfast at the elementary school. The teachers and staff do an amazing job of putting together a morning of food, goodies and performances from the students. I went into the morning expecting to see my daughter play a flute duet with a friend, and hopeful that my son would…

  • Healing Water

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    Dena Abramson Babb
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    We’re in Arizona this weekend. As a family we have a love/hate relationship with traveling. It’s mostly love – time together away from the stress of real life, exploring new places, and revisiting old favorites. But I’d be lying if I said it was easy.  The truth is it’s hard. One change to the schedule…

  • This Week’s Mantra

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    Dena Abramson Babb
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    It’s Monday morning. I’m up and moving – and I’d rather not be. Before I even opened my eyes my mind was racing – reviewing the weekend (and trying to figure out what we could have done differently a dozen different times my son was challenged or challenging) and scanning the week ahead for potential…