Responsive Parenting
When Penny was three months old, and we were so very new to all things parenting and all things related to disability, we attended a conference for parents of children…
When Penny was three months old, and we were so very new to all things parenting and all things related to disability, we attended a conference for parents of children…
“Anxiety is anticipated terror. Hope is anticipated joy.” I heard theologian Jürgen Moltmann say this to fellow theologian Miroslav Volf on a podcast a long time ago. For some reason,…
In our household, we have to fight the urge for each of us to withdraw from one another on our individual devices. We have to challenge ourselves to move our…
Once a year, a group of people from Penny’s school, family, and community gather together with her to talk about her hopes and dreams for the future through a process…
5 sure signs of middle age: —Our teenagers tuck me into bed every night. —Comfort matters so much more than fashion. —Our kids provide regular advice on how to be…
It was quite a gift to watch the Harlem Dance Theatre with Penny on Thursday. First of all, the dancing itself was beautiful and powerful and fun and interesting. But…
The final one out of five Beckers on her way to fully vaccinated!
I got to hold a baby yesterday. A bright-eyed baby who smells soft and sweet (I know—how does someone smell soft, but she really did) and who cries and grabs…
“I really need my own laptop for school.” I’m not going to name which child uttered these words, because they each feel the same way. They feel that they need…
Ending the day without anxiety. Receiving spiritual truth and practical wisdom from another mother of a child with a disability. And entering into a story about the extravagant tenderness of…