We're All A Little Broken

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  • Hold My Hand

    Hold My Hand

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    Dena Abramson Babb
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    One day recently, I watched as a mother successfully completed the juggling act that is getting two children under 3 from the car, safely through a parking lot, and to the entrance of their destination. “Hold my hand,” she told them. Both kids were old enough to walk – one of them clearly would have…

  • MFEO

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    Dena Abramson Babb
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    Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. My son announced last week that he wasn’t going to take Valentine cards to school this year. He said he just doesn’t care about it anymore. He’s in 5th grade, so the announcement didn’t really surprise me (although I did double-check today that he really, really meant it and was prepared…

  • 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…

  • Fighting Together

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    Dena Abramson Babb
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    July is the least favorite month of the year for my husband and me – the double whammy of it being an extra busy time of year for both of us at work, combined with balancing kids on Summer break means we rarely see each other during daylight hours, and sometimes don’t have conversations that…

  • Home…Real, Raw, Broken, Beautiful

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    Dena Abramson Babb
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    14 years ago this month, we bought our first house. It was little, but on a decent sized corner lot. It was not in the “best” neighborhood, but in a really good, quiet neighborhood.   It was a good house, and we planned to be in it for about 5 years. Today we signed the…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • Happy Father’s Day

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    Dena Abramson Babb
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    We are clearly in a season of parenting that is h-a-r-d. Parenting one child battling anxiety and panic, while also trying to meet the needs of a “typical” child. This is the part that nobody warned us about. This is the part we couldn’t have even imagined. This is the part where there are more…

  • The Day My Son Discovered My Blog

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    Dena Abramson Babb
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    A few weeks ago, I was honored to have a piece I wrote for the blog about the realities of anxiety and panic attacks in children, republished on the incredible website The Mighty**. The day it was published, I forgot to click off the web page and my son found the article up on my computer. And he…