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The first house I remember living in had a tiny linoleum kitchen with wooden folding doors leading to it from the family room. My parents locked the doors way up high with one of those eyelet locks because my brother was hyper-active and sugar was his drug. We found ways to get in, anyway. We’d […]

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  • JT Walters - I am with you on the years passing stinking. I miss my two year old little communist who did anything and everything I asked him and use to squeeze me so hard with his hugs. I miss him wanting to be with me and I am so tired of constantly have to fight the state of Florida to get him basic fundamental services. But I also see, in small portions, a few people accepting Alex and that makes my heart jump for joy.

    Being a parent does hurt. It is also the most wonderfully rewarding marathon of unconditional love. You find strength you never had.

    Who would have ever thought I could endure 12 hours a day of YouTube videos?? Or I would travel for the past 16 years none stop just to get my son basic services that have now been cut?

    Who knew I’d be able to stand up for my son who not only has autism but two rare disorders that the state of Florida somehow overlooked when they called me names and attempted to smear my reputation? I am still standing and still asking for services our government is determined not to provide my son. So every year we endure disenfranchisement it hurts because Alex sees not purpose in government any longer. Honestly, nor do I except to be the most horrific parents to their children/citizens. This country’s moral authority is gone when the neglect to enfranchise and include children with disabilities and that has been going on since the 1990(s). It is close to 30 years of abusing the disabled and their families. God knows how horribly our country abuses children and parents of rare diseases so yes, another year they do it is very pathetic but it is also another year that no matter what they have done to me…I am still here. I am still advocating and I will never surrender!! That is good for my son and every child that is different. But I miss my baby too!!August 26, 2016 – 1:27 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - I know you miss your baby too! And you’re doing SUCH an awesome job as a mama to a teen – your courage and tenacity amaze and inspire me. State of FL vs. JT, my money’s on JT!August 26, 2016 – 7:12 pmReplyCancel

      • JT Walters - Only because of awesome leaders like you Kristi. Thank you FTSF.

        I am a Mom and therefore no matter how hard it is, I can never give up on my sweet handsome son. I do miss my little communist that loved me with all his heart. We were eating out and a girl in a bikini top with large boobs walked by and his head followed her boobs and he completely ignored me. I was invisible! No one writes about this stuff what to expect when your expecting. “Oh and btw, when ur son turns 16, if boobs are in the room you will be completely irrelevant to him!” What????August 26, 2016 – 9:08 pmReplyCancel

  • Kenya G. Johnson - Wow to poor Mr. Buckingham. That story sounds night and day from Pat the Bunny! I love that last picture. Considering all your phone mishaps I’m surprised you took it in the water.

    You know I hadn’t noticed the days getting shorter yet. I have noticed that the morning officially “feel” like back to school. Christopher starts back on Monday.

    I felt the yellow kitchen, and I so glad you survived mercury!August 26, 2016 – 11:51 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Kenya,
      It was such a weird story! I loved it though (maybe because my dad read it to me having read it as a boy?). The last photo (and the sea kayaking one) was taken with the Go Pro. I’m too scared to bring my phone into the water even though it’s supposed to be waterproof. I got a Go Pro for Christmas last year and it has a waterproof case AND a strap. I really love it and was surprised by how good the photos on it are. The problem is that videos are 300+ mb and I have no room on my laptop…
      Christopher starts Monday? Tucker’s got one more week and starts the day after Labor Day. And thanks, I’m glad I survived mercury too 🙂August 26, 2016 – 7:15 pmReplyCancel

  • Allie - You amaze me. This post is beautiful and well thought out and would probably take me a week to write. Did you check eBay for the book? I’ve had good luck there looking for old books. And leaning back in the chair…no-no. the beach in August is a little sad, although I never thought of it that way before.August 26, 2016 – 1:40 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Allie! It’s way less thought-out than you say but THANK YOU HUGE for saying it seems as if it were. I appreciate it. And yeah, I’ve checked eBay and rare book stores… I found it a year ago but it was like $500 and I didn’t get it. I sort of regret that now. I still think one of my brothers has it though…August 26, 2016 – 8:47 pmReplyCancel

  • Paul Brads - You are so good.August 26, 2016 – 6:47 pmReplyCancel

  • Marcia @Menopausalmom - Awwwww…this is so sweet and poignant. I love love LOVE the family photos at the beach. After reading your blog all this time, I feel like I’m right there too, watching your boy grow older and taller each year. It just goes too fast, doesn’t it?August 27, 2016 – 12:27 amReplyCancel

“If I’m the size of a nine-year-old, why am I only seven?” he said. I think about what to say to my not-so-little little boy, but I wait. I don’t want to imply that tall or short or anything between is good or bad. It just is. Like the shape of our thumbs. Who our […]

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  • JT Walters - What an inspiring blog about your and Tucker’s success. I am so glad your son had that preschool teacher but you had a lot to do with him talking. You never gave up and you never surrendered. How pain those years of silence must have been for your family and how much joy you must feel just to hear his words.

    Damn proud you know what an antecedent is!!

    This blog was really inspiring as a parent with autism who still does get to hear my son speak.

    You and Tucker are showing the world is he way.

    Being big will mean he will be popular. Large males are anthropological lay preferred.

    You are proof a Mother’s love is still the best rememdy!!

    What took you so long,I have been waiting all week for this??August 19, 2016 – 12:15 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - THANK YOU. And yeah, I know I helped him talk too but honestly in the early months of testing and evaluations, many people told me he’d catch up when he was ready to talk. That he didn’t “need to talk” because he wasn’t in daycare and I knew what he needed without him asking.
      And yeah, he I think enjoys being tall but honestly, I think it affects his coordination sometimes AND it makes him look older, which isn’t always good when developmentally, he’s younger. Also I’m not very tall, and my brothers aren’t very tall, and they are amazing. I want him to know that physical stuff doesn’t matter so much. Like the fact his eyes are the color of sea-magic? They’d be just as gorgeous if they were the color of lava-magic, or any other color. You know?
      ALSO LOL to the “what took you so long” comment. That’s really sweet. Thank you.August 19, 2016 – 9:29 pmReplyCancel

      • JT Walters - With all the barriers you have manage have confidence in your ability to negotiate the rest. He does have majestic sea ble eyes as Alex has eyes of blue emeralds. They have to have a little pride.

        You have taught Tucker well except how he describes Trump. Not good Sister!! Those words are going to fly out at the wrong time.

        You are making it out of the world of having a none verbal child into a more normal world..let go of some of the worries now. You and Tucker are trail blazers. Rejoice in that victory and yeah seriously it takes a long time to get your posts and you know I wait all week for them.August 19, 2016 – 9:43 pmReplyCancel

        • Kristi Campbell - I’m letting go of normal because what is normal anyway>>>> for real. And it’s not just me, teaching him that Trump is EVIL like the fruits of the devil, it’s all of his favorite YouTubers too because Trump is terrible and where did that come from here???August 19, 2016 – 9:47 pmReplyCancel

          • JT Walters - Evil is not the word I am referring to…just be prepared for the on to which I refer to fly at a really inappropriate time. Look you are a lover not a hater…let go of all of it, it is out of your control.

            You’re a loving compassionate person, don’t let this election change you.

            I am working with Alex going to high school and following your lead. We both have a lot to pray about. Prayers and crossed fingers everything turns out well. Btw, if T is near 80lbs he will hit puberty soon. It is strictly by weight. That will not be fun for you if he goes through it in second grade.August 19, 2016 – 10:16 pm

  • Dana Dominey Campbell - Love as always…August 19, 2016 – 12:35 amReplyCancel

  • Allie - I wish I was going to the beach. I hope you guys have a great trip. Also. I think you should call the principal. He should has responded back. And a co-taught classroom was always goo for us – a mix of typical and mild special needs. I found it was easier for him to fit in. In second grade, it’s really hard to tell the difference. I promise. Another benefit – the teacher is better trained to deal with all the personalities. But that’s just my opinion. xoxoxAugust 19, 2016 – 7:00 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - I wish y’all were coming to the beach with us. Not too late for another road trip??? The school here is really weird about placement. I think it’s because the teachers move around… and it’s a really good district which also means the parents think they have all this control (which we should and in part, do) but GAH. I keep waiting for the letter or email. I hate waiting. And thanks, I know second grade it’s harder “to tell,” but I also feel like it’s getting easier if that makes sense. xo xo xoAugust 19, 2016 – 9:32 pmReplyCancel

  • Lisa @TheGoldenSpoons - School is hard on us mamas. When my youngest was in second, that was the year she was bullied and threatened. They year the principal was incompetent and did nothing. The year her teacher was so sweet but so young and didn’t know what to do. It was the year my mama bear claws came out like never before and we decided to move them to a different school.

    On the other hand, I loved second grade. My teacher that year was one of my favorites and we read “SuperFudge!” I can still picture my second grade classroom in my head. Is that weird?

    I hope Tucker has a great second grade year and that you do,too! XOXOAugust 19, 2016 – 7:49 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - It’s SO hard. I remember when you switched schools. I guess I’ve known you for a long time (AWESOME!!!). But sucky that the principal did nothing 🙁 OMG I forgot about Superfudge! I hope that Tucker has a great year and that you and your family does too, Lisa!!!August 19, 2016 – 9:36 pmReplyCancel

  • Katy - I’m glad you went to the beach. I feel your anxiety and fears in your words about the upcoming school year and they echo mine with my own kids. I just want it to be alright and not a long year, ya know?August 19, 2016 – 8:35 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - We’re going on Sunday, and thank you so much for getting the anxiety and fears about school. I know what you mean as far as alright and not a long year…August 19, 2016 – 9:37 pmReplyCancel

  • Kenya G. Johnson - That is amazing that he remembers what he couldn’t articulate at the time. I’m so not ready for 6th grade that I can’t even right about it. I think I’ve been anxiety organizing all summer so everything with be – um- organized. So I can at least say, “There’s that.”

    P.S. I felt you choke up when you cried when the teacher pulled you away. 🙁August 19, 2016 – 10:17 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - It’s SO SO amazing that he remembers stuff that he couldn’t talk about. I’m shocked all the time. And yeah, organizing. “There’s that.” It’s something though, right?
      xo to yeah pulling away.August 20, 2016 – 12:05 amReplyCancel

  • Kenya G. Johnson - Oh and I forgot to mention that Turcker will appreciate his height later. So give it a few years and he will love being taller.August 19, 2016 – 11:39 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Thank you for that too. I know he’ll appreciate it. That I do. I just hope he knows it doesn’t matter even if it does ,you know?August 20, 2016 – 12:06 amReplyCancel

  • My Inner Chick - Hello, sweets,

    Is Tucker mostly in the classroom or resource room?

    Do you like the principal, teachers, special ed. teachers, paras?

    Wishing you a wonderful new school year! xxAugust 20, 2016 – 10:02 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Hey Kim!
      He’s mainstream classroom with some support (they put all the kids with delays together and then there are two special ed teachers – it’s not perfect, but last year was enough for him). So far, I’ve loved his teachers and special ed and speech person. And thank you!!! xxAugust 21, 2016 – 9:18 amReplyCancel

  • Kerry - Oh, Kristi, this back to school stuff still causes me so much anxiety. I couldn’t even figure out where to start to write about it. I hope Tucker feels less of that than I always did. Second grade was one of my better years, I’d say,, as that is the year I got my braille teacher and she started to teach me braille, more seriously, even though my mom took the classes and had begun to show me the basics.
    Every summer, as it comes to an end, even though I don’t go back to school anymore, those old feelings creep up. I have to tell myself to relax.
    🙂
    This year I am feeling it for my nephew, who starts JK in a few weeks, but is so small and such the little guy in my mind. But I suppose it will always feel like that. He’s getting more and more excited, but keeps inviting myself and his grandma to come with him and sit in his chair.
    🙂
    It’s so wonderful to have some of the special ed services that now exist, hopefully even more than when I was a kid, but it’s never easy. It is hard to fit into school to begin with, and made that extra bit of hard when any differences are obvious.
    Here’s to a greatly successful and enjoyable year for you and for Tucker.August 20, 2016 – 6:26 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Kerry,
      You know… second grade was good for me too and I so hope it is for Tucker. I hear you on lingering feelings of anxiety though – it’s hard, right? And awww to your nephew starting JK. That’s adorable he keeps asking you to come with him and sit in his chair. I hope he loves it (I was freaked out about Tucker starting preschool here but he did really well — thrived, in fact). I hope your nephew has an easy adjustment period and loves school!
      Thank you!!August 21, 2016 – 9:23 amReplyCancel

  • Ender-Chan - I parodied A Chorus Line’s I Hope I Get It because school is a performance. I don’t know if any of you like musicals, but it reflects my sentiments on every coming school year. I really need the grade.August 21, 2016 – 3:24 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - I think your take was super creative and awesome!!! Good luck with school coming soon 🙂August 21, 2016 – 11:04 pmReplyCancel

Sometimes, it’s hard to believe that sweatshirts in my closet and memories from “not that long ago” are actually more than 20 years old. Grandma was right when she said the days were long and the years, oh-so short. “Mommy,” he says, “how old will you be when I’m 40?”   “80,” I say, hoping […]

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  • Dana - So glad you did the job one – you’ve had much more interesting jobs than I have! TP queen may be the best one though. Oh, except for Mom. I don’t know how you were at your other jobs, but you are pretty damn good at that one.August 11, 2016 – 10:40 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Me too. I think I’d mentioned that I really REALLY wanted to do this one… LOL to TP queen. And here’s to being moms. xoAugust 12, 2016 – 11:02 pmReplyCancel

  • Josie Two Shoes - Wow, you’ve held an amazing array of jobs and have always managed to land on your feet! I love that you’ve figured out what is most important to you, I think you’ve got it just right!August 11, 2016 – 11:12 pmReplyCancel

  • Tamara - Man, I thought I had weird job stories. You win!
    And I am NEVER going to KFC again. Not that I ever did..
    And now I NEED to read about Billy Idol. He’s my boyfriend.August 11, 2016 – 11:21 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - LOL I did have weird jobs. And KFC? I don’t even know how much they’re around any longer. And um Billy wanted to pay me and a friend to rebel yell him, so yeah, he’s maybe my boyfriend too? Or something else.August 12, 2016 – 11:06 pmReplyCancel

  • Debi - I admit that I too enjoyed the latest FB viral confession hour, aka “#first7jobs.” When I thought about it, I could really see how everything I did led fairly smoothly into what I do now. Both lists — current and former work — are equally scattered! This was a fun post to read. Your limo outfit is STYLIN.August 11, 2016 – 11:39 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Thanks, Debi! I was tiny cool in the 80’s. I saw the #first7jobs too but never ended up doing them…August 12, 2016 – 11:07 pmReplyCancel

  • JT Walters - What I planned to be that Motherhood has placed on a back burner and what I have become.

    I planned to be one of the greatest female Scientist the world has ever known like Madame Curie without the irradiation.

    It is amazing when you have a child how much everything changes for you. You really do want peace and God will on Earth. The sunrises and sets with your child even who they do this they are not suppose to. You make them fancy glorious means, spend every dime you have on them and are completely crushed if they cry.

    After college and BA(Before Alex) I did want to be a writer and had some success but it is a tough game. Digital publishing did not exist. You had agents, publishing houses and the worst of all editors. I honestly miss editors now because I realize just how much they improved my work.

    This honed skill continued to serve me when I went into academia. Publish or perish and I could write so my survival was guaranteed.

    But then I had my beautiful boy. All Mom’s love their children and think they are beautiful and all babies are beautiful. This is a universal international phenomena. However my son had not one but two(2) rare disorders. Holly Molly, I had to study biochemistry and learn medicine quick!! One doctor (He is renown) told me my son would be dead by two. Alex is sixteen(16). I can’t do anything but take care of him. We don’t receiv charity or help because the world does not understand rare diseases. So in the quiet moments, I write. I guess that makes me a writer. I just completed the first rough draft of my science fiction now. So I guess besides a Mom, which is my first and best title, I am also a writer.

    For a quick FTSF post I thought it was fantastic Kristi. Tucker knows the most important thing about you which is that you know how to have fun and he can count on you. You are a great writer my dear friend but a fantastic Mother!!August 12, 2016 – 2:48 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - JT!!! Thank you! Also, your book will be amazing, because you are amazing and it’s so true that the publishing world has changed so much. I’m not sure whether it’s better or worse, now!August 12, 2016 – 11:10 pmReplyCancel

  • Kelly L McKenzie - Would you like me to wash your balls? Oh my gawd. Hysterical. And the fact that your older than many of your son’s friends’ parents? You’re blessed. I am too. We can (most of the time) rise above all the unnecessary fuss and see it for what it is: sheer high school. Here’s to turning 80! You bring the KFC and I’ll bring the wine.August 12, 2016 – 3:24 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Right??? Even if it’s ONE BALL, how do you say, “can I wash your ball” with a straight face? Not possible, at least for me. And yeah, we are so blessed. I’ll totally bring the KFC and the wine, when we’re 80.August 12, 2016 – 11:11 pmReplyCancel

  • Lisa @TheGoldenSpoons - That’s a pretty interesting resume! I’m the opposite – always wanted to be a stay at home mom, but, then it was nothing like I had envisioned and, as much as I love & adore my girls, have always wondered about the career I never had (unless you count 4 years of teaching preschool.)August 12, 2016 – 12:39 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Isn’t it funny how much we wonder about the other lives we may have lived? I do still wonder what I’d be doing today had I stayed with my job(s)..and really, if I’d still been with one rather than the one when I got pregnant… I maybe would be. So weird.August 12, 2016 – 11:13 pmReplyCancel

  • Allison - Oh Kristi! What a fun post! I used to babysit for a $1 and hour, too. Isn’t that crazy? I hated babysitting, too. But I was always trying to put the kids to bed early, so I didn’t have to deal with them. The picture of you in the tux is adorable. And Billy Idol! I need more details…I’ll click the link. Your caddy story made me laugh. I never did time in the fast food trenches, thank God. I was a dishwasher at an Italian Restaurant…now that’s nasty. No electric dishwasher!August 12, 2016 – 4:13 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - xo Allie. It’s SO cray cray (being all cool with the kids these days) that we sat there for $1/hour and thought that was fine, but it actually was. I hated it too. UGH to the dishwashing, gross!!!August 12, 2016 – 11:15 pmReplyCancel

  • Stephanie - Oh the days of free soda and beer Fridays! It was magical how the beer just showed up back in those days…Fun way to reminisce about the old work days. Mine wasn’t as colorful but I remember lots of corporate parties and some crazy team building offsites. 🙂August 13, 2016 – 6:56 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - I miss beer Fridays 🙁 And I know what you mean about the “back in the days…” xo
      I didn’t even think about the crazy team building offsites!!!August 14, 2016 – 11:27 pmReplyCancel

  • Kenya G. Johnson - EWWW to KFC. It’s been more than a year since I’ve eaten anything from there but I’m grossed out like I ate it yesterday. So cool all the places you got to visit. Wow to $1 dollar an hour! I think it was the summer of 85, so I was 14 that I kept a little boy while his dad was at work. His dad had him two weeks over the summer. I made $25 for the whole week which I thought was excellent. And it was easy because he was the same age as my brother so they pretty much entertained themselves. I’d love to read more about your travel and finally “landing” in DC forever 😉August 16, 2016 – 12:00 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - How am I just seeing this now? And you know, I think KFC used to be better, like in the 80’s. I feel like it was better. Or maybe I was just less seasoned and had eaten less meals, because we tried it recently too and EW.
      Hm. Maybe I need to write about landing in DC forever. Or, at least for now. Thanks for the idea!! And about the travel. Sometimes I wish I knew about blogging way back then. It’d be fun to have gotten in when it was new and be able to go back and read… instead, I feel like I got in late and now am like “hm.”August 23, 2016 – 12:21 amReplyCancel

I filled his sippy cup with water as he waited. Silent, pudgy baby fingers reaching. I twisted the lid, and it whispered. “Autism.” The leaves on the nearby plant shook but my hands didn’t. “No,” I said, “that’s not it.” To prove it, “Can you ask for your water, Buddy?”  His lip trembled, his shoulders […]

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  • Dana - I can’t believe I left fart jokes off of my list of blessings! I’m only half kidding – who doesn’t love a good fart joke?

    It’s so easy to get caught up in life and forget about all the small everyday blessings – thanks for helping me remember.August 4, 2016 – 10:09 pmReplyCancel

  • Allison - I love reading these posts. I love to learn about all the blessings in m friends’ lives. Thanks Kristi. And you had a cute pregnant belly! And you are good mom to laugh at butt and fart jokes…I am so over them after fifteen years. Ugh…August 4, 2016 – 10:12 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Hm. Maybe I’ll be over them in 15 years too but right now? I”m just adoring that he wants to make me laugh by telling jokes. Butts and farts and all.August 5, 2016 – 5:44 pmReplyCancel

  • JT Walters - I am so blessed to be apart of this website and look forward to the posts even when sick.

    I don’t have the words but Alex baths himself, dresses himself, washes dish (yes, this is knew!) manages to make himself cheese sandwiches when I have 103F. He sits guard over me making certain I am getting enough rest. YouTube music videos are also in our home none stop.

    These are all things I never thought my son would do but he could do all along. I had to stop doing for him so he could do for himself.

    No more hugs and he will only kiss me as a bribe to get something he wants. I still fall for it every time. I am a grateful sucker.

    Roller Coasters? Whoever thought my son would like rollercoasters?

    I am grateful for my son. He has taught me so much about life and compassion. I do not regret the child I idealized when pregnant but the blessing of having each and everyday with my son. The son, I live with.

    He inspires me to be a kinder, better, gentler person and for this post to share these gratitudes.August 4, 2016 – 10:42 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Alex is awesome and you’re an awesome mom! I love that he washes dishes and makes himself sandwiches but girl, you need to get better soon! Yikes. I really hope that you’re on the mend and get Alex to a roller coaster soon!August 5, 2016 – 5:45 pmReplyCancel

      • JT Walters - Another blessing was meeting you and discussing writing a book. I never thought I would but I am almost finished and really sad the first draft is almost over. I think it took me about a month. I will get better. I just got really, really sick this time. You know I know medicine but no cure like rest and no rest for Moms. 2-3 weeks the doctor told me. But I am still here with my son and I am grateful.August 5, 2016 – 11:46 pmReplyCancel

        • Kristi Campbell - That you wrote a book. Sweets, you’re so way ahead of me.August 6, 2016 – 11:53 pmReplyCancel

          • JT Walters - I am not ahead of you. My house is a disaster. The laundry has not been put away. I drove my car until the brakes and rotators were gone and now I have a penalty of a $1000 to pay to replace them in a 20 year old car. The only person I am ahead of is myself from yesterday. Plus my son is 16 and they are very independent at 16. I could have never even dreamed of writing a book at when my son was younger. And I do not have the second child called a husband!! Books also is rough draft and sucks right now. Needs lots of work. You have your priorities straight with your family. And you work. I do not. We are just in different stages of life. You will do it next time. And it will be a best seller.August 7, 2016 – 3:21 am

  • Emily - I just spent the past few days with extended family. Two of my nieces were there with their toddlers and newborns and it brought it all back to me – the baby smell, the constant nursing and diaper changes. On the one hand, I was exhausted just watching them and thankful I had big(ger) boys, but on the other, I was jealous that all of that was behind me now. The best part though was watching my own boys ooh and aah over the babies, asking to hold them, and playing peek-a-boo with them. I saw a side of my boys that was so sweet and nurturing. Made me feel blessed in all kinds of ways. 🙂August 4, 2016 – 10:47 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Aw toddlers and newborns. True, so much work but it’s hard to know it’s behind us too I think. I love that your boys were oohing and aahing over the babies. That’s adorable and so precious. xoAugust 5, 2016 – 5:47 pmReplyCancel

  • Janine Huldie - Aw, these are all totally blessings and you just brought me back a bit myself thinking of the last few years with both my girls from the newborn days to th emost present still. Beautiful my friend and definitely sitting here a bit nostaglic counting my own blessings now, too.August 5, 2016 – 2:05 amReplyCancel

  • Vidya Sury - I feel blessed to read this post. I found myself crying (as usual) at the love. Your son is just beautiful and precious and you are a wonderful Mom. Hugs, Kristi.

    When we struggled through life, my Mom always insisted we must see the silver linings, and suddenly everything would become beautiful and much better. Those days, sometimes I believed her, sometimes I did not. Today, I have complete faith.

    Sending you love.August 5, 2016 – 7:37 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Aw Vidya, your sweet wonderful words are going to make me cry. Thank you thank you. It’s amazing how much sweeter life is when we find the silver linings. Truly. Sending you love right back my friend.August 5, 2016 – 5:48 pmReplyCancel

  • Christine Carter - I always love going down memory lane with you and Tucker… reading this through, I nodded along and sighed and smiled and agreed that these truly are your blessings.

    “Folks…” Oh, how I love that kid.August 5, 2016 – 1:17 pmReplyCancel

  • Paul Brads - I miss my kids being little so. Good post, moving.August 5, 2016 – 5:33 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Aw thanks, Paul. I miss the younger days too. I must say that I’m really loving seven though. I appreciate your kind comment.August 5, 2016 – 5:48 pmReplyCancel

  • Tamara Klein Bowman - Oh, I know it! I remember feeling sorry for parents of kids, because tiny babies and tiny toddlers were so much FUN! And not really smelly.. except for diapers.
    I have since realized it’s all good at all stages. Well I hope?
    This is a beautiful walk down memory lane!August 5, 2016 – 7:32 pmReplyCancel

  • Corinne - Such a love filled post, Kristi. What a sweetheart – I love the picture of him on the scooter. ‘Tell the folks’ is just too cute!August 5, 2016 – 10:41 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Thank you Corinne, and I keep running “tell the folks” in my head too. I have some videos but they were all long and I stink at editing video but so need to learn because that’d be such fun to share.August 5, 2016 – 11:36 pmReplyCancel

  • Lizzi Lewis - Just gorgeous. Gorgeous gorgeous. SO glad you have him, in all his perfection. <3August 5, 2016 – 11:56 pmReplyCancel

  • Out One Ear - You amaze me over and over and over again. This made me smile big.
    BTW, are you coming to Oregon? Did you already come while I was out of the country? I sure hope not. I’m looking foward to a real, in-person get together! I hope it is soon. Hugs to you and Tucker.August 6, 2016 – 12:01 amReplyCancel

  • Ruchira Khanna - Loved these memories and yes, blessed are we to have a kid who has made us think beyond us and our daily regime…Loved tucker’s helmet.August 6, 2016 – 1:54 amReplyCancel

  • Kenya G. Johnson - Butt who made me laugh to tears! Yes it was funny. You can tell Tucker you told the folks the knock knock joke and they laughed. There’s so much to miss and so much to be thankful for. I love my blog peeps and watching their kids grow through their writing! This was wonderful.August 6, 2016 – 11:23 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - OMG Butt Who made me laugh too! Thank you for seeing the funny in that 🙁 And yeah, the folks. I love my blog peeps too, and seeing our kids. GROW. OMG he’s growing. And I *know* you get that part 🙂
      Also thank you.August 6, 2016 – 11:55 pmReplyCancel

  • Josie Two Shoes - Sweet, sweet, sweet! So much love in these words straight from a mother’s heart. How blessed he is that God gave him to you! <3August 6, 2016 – 12:41 pmReplyCancel

  • yvonne - Aw, it’s lovely to read this and see your love for Tucker shining through.
    I love that you can get delight from small things, that these are your blessings and you wouldn’t trade them!
    I still feel the same way about my daughters and they are 18 and almost 17.August 6, 2016 – 5:33 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Thanks, Yvonne.. It’s the small things that really feel the biggest of all. All of them. I know the way of 18 and 17 too… my step daughter is 22. So much love to you.August 6, 2016 – 11:57 pmReplyCancel

  • Hillary Savoie - I love that you somehow manage to weave us from Autism to tiny baby heads to scooters to penis jokes. Thank you. It’s a lovely post. And, in all honest, it makes me want to hang with the two of you!August 7, 2016 – 1:37 amReplyCancel

  • Kerry - Aw. Bald baby heads are so sweet. I am hoping to have one in my near future, somewhere in the family, as I just learned of a death in the family at a good advanced age. So, blessings of babies coming into this world and elderly loved ones leaving it, all things I hope to talk about in the mashup of blogging linkups I hope to do with blessings and thankfuls and more, if I can figure out how to create my own perfect little combo platter.
    🙂
    Folks…love that too.
    The part about dirty feet made me think of my visit with my niece yesterday and her mother noticing how filthy her little girl’s feet had gotten from playing outside without shoes, like grandmother like granddaughter.
    Glad I could make that connection with your post here and my day I just had, mixed with past memories.
    A lot of people and blogging projects coming together to meet up for this one and I am a bit confused by it all, but hope to take part in my own small way, in the next day or so.
    Thanks again Kristi.August 7, 2016 – 2:18 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - His little bald head was so so sweet Kerry! I’m sorry to hear about the death in your family – I hope there’s a new birth soon! I look forward to your mashup – this linkup is open longer than usual so you have time. xoxo
      Here’s to dirty feet from playing outside!August 7, 2016 – 6:20 pmReplyCancel

  • K - I don’t know how I missed this post before – you really do have a lot of blessings in your life, and Tucker is blessed to have you as his mom! I have really enjoyed following along on your journey.

    P.S. I love the Nerf gun tucked into his shirt! And that is DEFINITELY not a baby scooter – as someone who’s never scootered before, I’m very impressed with his scootering skills! 😉August 8, 2016 – 7:50 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - I so do have many blessings in my life and I always appreciate the reminder so thank you. I love the Nerf in his shirt, too, he’s so adorable about that. Thanks too for being impressed with his scootering skills. Perspective is such an important pat of life’s journey and I appreciate you giving me this one again. Truly. xoxooAugust 9, 2016 – 12:36 amReplyCancel

  • Lisa @TheGoldenSpoons - Beautiful and sweet and perfect! Just like T!! 🙂August 8, 2016 – 8:12 pmReplyCancel

  • My Inner Chick - You, my dear, are a blessing to your readers, family, Tucker, and the world.

    xxAugust 14, 2016 – 2:20 pmReplyCancel

  • Michelle - I love reading about Tucker and all the adorable things he does. You know what? That autism test lies. A lot of people can be on the spectrum and not make that test. Autism is so unique between people there really is no way to truly measure it. The best we got is experienced people being able to spot it. But reading about Tucker as long as I have and seeing pictures, especially of his eyes and the glaze that coats it in some of the pictures, I think he’s on the spectrum somewhere, just a place that’s too unique to claim the diagnosis from a clinical standpoint. The Aspie glare is the deadest giveaway you can find. The spacing off into infinity. That’s autism, no matter what the shrinks and “experts” say. You’re doing the right thing with his treatment and your parenting. You’re doing it so well that you are one of your biggest blessings.August 19, 2016 – 7:46 amReplyCancel

Ker-clump, ker-clump, ker-clump. The floor shakes above me – my son is running laps. It’s not exactly running, although he is fast. The movement reminds me of baby-him crawling on one knee while the other leg semi-walked. I guess it’s a type of skipping, but more musical and dinosaur-like. Primal somehow, and so him. I think about […]

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  • JT Walters - If another girl tells you, you are ugly THEY ARE JEALOUS!! It happened to me once and at the rink too! I was a very good speed skater. I was a confident child athlete and I am certain the girl was jealous of me.

    I write with passion. I’d never intentionally physical or emotionally hurt anyone. My life is about loving everyone even when they don’t love us. My son is taught to live everyone too!

    I’d rather take the pain then hurt someone else. I will admit menopause made it challenging until I got some hormones!!

    You are a beautiful person Kristi with a big heart. Your intentions are far more important than your emotions. You are wonderful, friend, wife, Mother and advocate! Alex and I live U!!July 28, 2016 – 10:49 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - I think your same comment came through twice?July 29, 2016 – 11:17 pmReplyCancel

      • JT Walters - Double comment means double the ❤️, I did not think it possible. Delete it if you’d like. But ❤️U and Tucker!! Have an awesome night and back to working on my book!July 30, 2016 – 12:23 amReplyCancel

  • JT Walters - If another girl tells you, you are ugly THEY ARE JEALOUS!! It happened to me once and at the rink too! I was a very good speed skater. I was a confident child athlete and I am certain the girl was jealous of me.

    I write with passion. I’d never intentionally physical or emotionally hurt anyone. My life is about loving everyone even when they don’t love us. My son is taught to live everyone too!

    I’d rather take the pain then hurt someone else. I will admit menopause made it challenging until I got some hormones!!

    You are a beautiful person Kristi with a big heart. Your intentions are far more important than your emotions. You are wonderful, friend, wife, Mother and advocate! Alex and I love U!July 28, 2016 – 10:49 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Hey girl, I think you were a better athlete than I was – she sure wasn’t jealous of my skating. Probably I just looked like I was having fun (because I was) and she was having a bad day or whatever. Still, it makes me think. Same with writing because sometimes the words just flow and other times, not so much. Here’s to loving everybody and ugh to menopause. YOU are a wonderful friend, wife, mother and advocate and T and I love you and Alex!July 29, 2016 – 3:18 pmReplyCancel

  • Deborah Lovel Bryner - I think you had a LOT on your mind….love it! I’ve been in one of those BAD accidents…fortunately, it was just two cars – mine and the couple who ended up suing me. Sigh. And I’m still paying the bill (physically speaking) for that one. I like the way you put it – not always saying what you want to say, like to the girl who called you ugly. What the hell did she know, anyway? I guess I should get it in gear because I too have a lot to say…mostly to my insurance company…July 29, 2016 – 2:18 amReplyCancel

  • Janine Huldie - Said perfectly and can say there totally have been times I wish I would have had the right thing to say in the moment and that is one of the things I love about writing, because even if I didn’t get to say it initially, I can always write about it if need be, as well. Guess that is just one of the many perks of indeed being a writer if nothing else.July 29, 2016 – 2:21 amReplyCancel

  • Lydia - Knowing when to stay quiet, what not to say is so often much more important than finding the right words. And your cute as a button, even if you are a weemiebitt.i m sorry but that HAD to be said.July 29, 2016 – 3:27 amReplyCancel

  • Julie Clarke - Always choose grace and peace, be the bigger person and rise above it all (and then have all the come back conversations in your head later like me lol). I think it’s about choosing battles sometimes, some you NEED to fight and win and others are not worth the time. I always think of a perfect comeback long after the event but on occaision I have been on the ball and managed to say my piece with some kind of dignity and confidence. There is always going to be someone out there that has something nasty to say, just imagine how pathetic, sad or disappointing thier lives must be if they feel the need to bring others down. I hope you found someone worthy of your wonderful and kind personality to take you to prom xxxJuly 29, 2016 – 7:25 amReplyCancel

  • Kerri - I’m not sure what inspired this post, but you always express yourself with grace and with underlying hope of leaving this world a little brighter than you found it.July 29, 2016 – 8:03 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - I think a few things but thank you. Here’s to leaving the world better my friend. xoJuly 29, 2016 – 3:32 pmReplyCancel

  • Debi - It’s so hard to be at a loss for words, especially for we writers. Sometimes, though, as you said, it’s so much better to hold the words back, even if it hurts to keep our mouths shut. I sure have stories like yours. It sounds like you’ve found a formula that works.July 29, 2016 – 10:10 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - I think I’ve found a formula that works.. although sometimes, it’s hard to know when to speak and when to be silent. Thanks so much.July 29, 2016 – 5:36 pmReplyCancel

  • Lisa L Nolan - Beautifully said! The fact that you still find the time and passion to blog is an inspiration!July 29, 2016 – 3:27 pmReplyCancel

  • Ruchira - Girl, I could resonate with you on so many levels…I too draw a blank when someone is mean to me n later come up with emotions n words. Some of my friends would call me a tubelight for this since not quick to respond.

    I think responding with grace n wisdom is my idea too!!

    Cheerios KristiJuly 29, 2016 – 7:00 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Ok now I need to know what a tubelight is… never heard that expression before! But here’s to responding with grace and wisdom, when we have them!!!July 29, 2016 – 11:19 pmReplyCancel

      • Ruchira - Tube light usually flickers and then turns on thus, the comparison Kristi 😊

        While a bulb when you switch on instantly 😊July 29, 2016 – 11:29 pmReplyCancel

  • Allison - Hey momma, hope everything is okay. Sometimes turning away is taking the high road…and I believe that’s the right thing to do. And the best way to honor your beautiful words. XoxoJuly 30, 2016 – 8:47 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Hey you – welcome back! I can’t wait to hear more about your trip. And yes, everything is okay… it sometimes just surprises me how very much somebody’s words stay with me even when I don’t want them to! xoxoJuly 31, 2016 – 12:41 pmReplyCancel

  • Dana - I started to write this week, but it just didn’t happen. The words get stuck sometimes, and I’m content to read yours instead.

    I wonder if that little girl remembers saying such hurtful words. I’m not sure what makes me sadder – people knowing words are hurtful and saying them anyway, or people who have no empathy and don’t even realize it.

    Taking the high road is tough, but it’s worth it. For the other person, yes, but mostly for you.July 30, 2016 – 7:20 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Here’s to the high road, for ourselves. I am determined to write for Who I Am this week…it’s so easy for the days to get away from us though. I can’t believe it’s August tomorrow. Gah.July 31, 2016 – 12:42 pmReplyCancel

  • Tamara - It can be so hard, right? Ten times out of time, I don’t go back to re-open the conversation.
    Although with the girl calling you ugly, I’d probably have had to do something because what kind of ugliness is inside someone to do that? The kind I have never seen in us and our kids!July 31, 2016 – 10:10 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - I don’t usually go back and re-open the conversation either because really, most of the time, what’s the point, you know? And who knows about that girl… most likely, it had nothing to do with me. I still remember it though..July 31, 2016 – 12:44 pmReplyCancel

  • Mo - We’ve all had those time when we are shocked into silence in the moment but later know exactly what we should have said. But I think you are right. The higher road, the more peaceful path is to let it go. Being so close to the accident must have been scary. In those circumstances, I always think, “what if I had left a minute sooner…”July 31, 2016 – 8:56 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Ugh I can’t stand the times when I’m at a loss for words but honestly, sometimes, I’ve been so glad I didn’t say anything I regret. Here’s to the higher road. And so true to the thoughts of “what if I’d been a minute sooner!”August 2, 2016 – 10:11 pmReplyCancel

  • Josie Two Shoes - I also often find myself thinking about other people and how their day might be. Are things going ok for them, and do they need my prayers? What we choose IS important! “Make good choices” is probably my most passionate sermon about life. The choices we make even when very young will affect our lives forever, and now that we are older and hopefully at least a little bit wiser, the choices we make need to be ones that reflect that wisdom, walk away with grace, don’t return hate with hate. I need to keep working on that. Great post!!August 6, 2016 – 12:32 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - I do that too… they probably need our prayers, for sure. It’s hard, though, when they leash out at us, with such venom to remember that. Here’s to working on it, because I wonder every day how much it was already wrong with this one situation, and know it’s more about not me and my life than it is you know?August 10, 2016 – 11:21 pmReplyCancel

  • Stephanie - Love your thoughts about responding with grace to venom. It used to be really hard to do, but these days I feel a lot of it is just not worth it. Maybe it’s age or learning that a lot of times no good comes of it. Plus the “venom” from someone else is more about their insecurities usually. I’m with you… choosing grace and peace! 😉August 10, 2016 – 10:11 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - The Venom from others.. OMG it’s so about them, but it feels like it’s about us, right? Love that you came to comment here. Thank you.August 10, 2016 – 11:28 pmReplyCancel

“Drop a pebble in the water, splash, and it is gone; But there’s half-a-hundred ripples circling on and on and on. Spreading, spreading from the center to the sea, and there is no way of telling where the end is going to be.” Tired. So tired. I shook my head as the allergy pill I’d […]

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  • Lydia - Nice….very very nice😍July 21, 2016 – 10:12 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Hey you. Is this the first time you’ve been Lydia here? If so, me likey. Also hi. Love you.July 22, 2016 – 11:10 pmReplyCancel

  • Dana - I love that thought: what we do in the next five minutes matter. If only every human being remembered that! Your posts so often make me a little more hopeful than I was before. I think you should be president, Kristi :).July 21, 2016 – 10:20 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Aw Dana. Thank you. I think back to conversations I’ve had in the past, even with Tucker… and about how what I say matters so much. His teacher had lunch with him at the end of the year because he though she didn’t like him… we’re talking a lot about how you can love somebody but not agree with something they did and wowza, deep, and I feel the ripples of my own choices and what people said or didn’t say… Here’s to the next five minutes (I’m going to bed I think).
      Also? No thanks to president. I’d be way better than Trump though (but gross to the whole republican platform)July 22, 2016 – 11:19 pmReplyCancel

  • JT Walters - The best ripple effect I feel is why my son gets well and he smiles. He then comes over and gives me a really hard kiss to let me know he really loves me for taking care of him. To me being a good parent to my son according to his standards in his none verbal world is the most important thing I feel.

    Many days because he has no services still after sixteen years in floor, I feel linke we do not matter our exist. We have no stone or ripple effect….no one cares.

    As for Trump, you and all my other Democratic friends and I have many, know I do not watch tv. As a Republican I am tired of being beaten up over him when the democratic candidate has even more bad horrific baggage as my child still does not have services. I can tell everyone, your vote is yours and mine and mine is my vote.

    I wouldn’t tell anyone how to vote but I guess my right to my vote like services for my son is entitled to are not respected, either. It is hurtful.July 21, 2016 – 10:43 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Your son deserves the whole world, as do all of our sons and daughters. I love that Alex feels better and thanks you for it – you are a great mama. And um when it comes to the vote, maybe you SHOULD watch TV because for real, Trump hates our kids and us and he’s a hate-monger.July 22, 2016 – 11:22 pmReplyCancel

      • JT Walters - Well I love our kids. I think if I heard someone in public life speak hatefully about our children, it would shattered my heart in a thousand pieces. I did youtube and look for video and found the incident with 1 reporter but I have not seen anything else.

        Both the Democrats and Republicans have done it to my son. Living in the world of rare disorders is to not exist in society. Party affiliation does not matter. Senator Bill Nelson (D-FL) and Marco Rubio (R-FL) did not show up to a senate hearing about one of my son’s (Only one of the two known) rare disorders. They are senators. They are over paid millionaires so how hard can it be to show up to a senate hearing on a rare disorder that affects children in your state.

        I did read Hillary Clinton’s and Donald Trump’s pages and see nothing on either of their pages to address helping children with medical complexities. Hillary Clinton’s special needs campaign is a recycle of our current programs. Early intervention…we have that. Education…we have that. Healthcare…does not exist for children with rare disorders. Training…we have that with vocational rehabilitation so there is absolutely nothing she is offering that is better than what we currently have and in my son’s case it is nothing.

        She does not hate but does not care either. Neglect is a form of hate.

        But I truly love you and every single parent regardless of political affiliation that is a parent of a special needs child because if we don’t love our kids and each other then we are truly lost.

        In absence of anything better and given the tremendous national security leaks I can not vote for her in good faith. I don’t think she cares for anyone but herself. I am done with the Bush/Clinton Oligarchy. Affordable care Act has seriously hurt my son’s healthcare but I will not fight with another parent of a child with special needs.

        I love you, Tucker, my son, my self and every other family that knows the pain and challenges we endure in a very hard cruel world to our children from BOTH SIDES OF THE AISLE!!!July 22, 2016 – 11:56 pmReplyCancel

  • Julie Jo Severson - “We choose to see or not-so-much to see.” I love that. All of this, Kristi so poignant. You are the queen of free writes and abandoning yourself to what you are truly feeling right now in the moment about the week’s topic, gross orange sneeze stuff and all. That truly is a gift to those of us reading; the authenticity that comes through in your writing is one-of-a-kind. I’m always amazed when I stop by here.July 21, 2016 – 11:12 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Gah Julie. I still can’t believe that I was too whatevered to not contribute (or try to) your anthology. I even met Christy at BlogU… anyway thank you. The gross orange sneeze thing needed to be said. My poor kid thought that he was bad for not wanting that crap on him… There’s something to be said about teaching how we can’t help it and also something about the divinity in the honesty of saying “OMG I do not want his snot with food on my body!!!”
      XOXOXOJuly 22, 2016 – 11:25 pmReplyCancel

  • Janine Huldie - I just couldn’t agree more, Kristi as our words and actions do have consequences and a big reason I try more often than not to think before I speak or act. So thank you for the reminder here tonight ❤️July 22, 2016 – 3:39 amReplyCancel

  • Upasna Sethi - Hey Kristi,

    Its only few days since I am practicing to disagree with grace. You have made a very important point here- We as Parents should be able to read our Kid’s minds and counsel them regularly. Nice post. I loved it how to relate kind words, compassion and Ripples.July 22, 2016 – 6:12 amReplyCancel

  • Kerri - Oh my friend, ripples upon ripples. Even if they are orange snot, or your boys sweet smile. Love this one!July 22, 2016 – 7:59 amReplyCancel

  • Kerry - Oh Kristi. Connect and disconnect, all at the same time.
    Your story about the orange stuff immediately made me think of the hair I keep hearing about on the head of your country’s possible next leader. I didn’t want my thoughts to immediately go there, to make that connection, as there are so many awful things I could then say. The trouble is, I am trying so hard to resist some of those more ugly thoughts because I am so unsettled, so afraid for not just the US, but that’s where the focus lies. I do believe in the ripple effect and if I allow the uglier thoughts I’m having to flow too freely, they could cancel out anything positive I may have otherwise let loose. I don’t want that, but how to stop the uglier ripple effects and focus on the good ones? Hmm.July 22, 2016 – 2:49 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Kerry,
      The hair. It’s as bad as you’ve heard it is. For real. He’d better NOT be our next leader… I’m afraid too. Big. And I’m also a believer that we do not let our ugliest thoughts run free because they will and the ones instead of love and grace and forgiveness? They matter.
      It’s hard to pray for and hold those who are cruel to us to the light, but I’m trying. I hope it matters. I have to believe that it does.July 22, 2016 – 11:31 pmReplyCancel

  • Lizzi Lewis - Ohhh I love your acknowledgement that your behaviour, your treatment of others as a parent, and your treatment of your child, is what builds the voice which will play inside their head, and contribute to their internal self. I really think that matters as a concept to hold in mind, for ALL parents.

    Kids hear things. If they hear their parent being awful to someone else, and any of those features tally, then they will realise they are also deserving of awfulness.

    Glad to read this and think about those ripples, and about how I could be more gracious.July 22, 2016 – 4:12 pmReplyCancel

  • Hillary Savoie - Kristi I’m in love with this post. I love how you managed to weave all of this together–your childhood, your mothering, the things you see–and wrap it around to the world we’re in…something that seems like a tsunami of ripples.July 23, 2016 – 1:38 amReplyCancel

  • Emily - This reminded me a lot of when I went on that writing retreat in Montana last year (you should definitely do that one of these days btw!) and at the end of the retreat, she talks about how after we are gone, she goes to the lake at the ranch and sends ripples outward on it for all of us and she had something profound to say about it, but if I try to say it here, it will come out wrong. Anyway, it was very cool. Now, you’ll have to go to that retreat in Montana to see for yourself. 🙂July 23, 2016 – 11:14 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - I want to go on that retreat. Plus, I could see my mom before it so win! What a cool idea that she sent ripples for each of you once you left. I bet it was beautiful. xoxoJuly 23, 2016 – 5:09 pmReplyCancel

  • April - Over the past few weeks, I’ve been thinking about the ripple effects created by my family. It’s all there, bubbling, rippling on the inside, but outside looks fine. Sometimes it’s hard to combat.July 23, 2016 – 3:12 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Sorry to read that April. The things that ripple up inside of us are hard…we keep on keeping on but I know that feeling. I hope that you find peace to the parts that are bothering you soon. <3July 23, 2016 – 5:10 pmReplyCancel

  • K - I love this. How are you such an incredible writer?!! Your writing is so beautiful, and it captures me completely! And the sentiment is amazing. (“We choose what the voice inside our children’s heads will sound like.” – chills. SO true.) So many people seem to forget just how impactful their actions and words can be. Thank you for this incredible reminder – and thank you for using YOUR words and actions to make our world a better place. xoJuly 24, 2016 – 7:49 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Aw, you, Sweet Thang. Thank you. Your writing is gorgeous and beautiful you know. I’ve been thinking a lot about the voice inside Tucker’s head… when he was younger, the ABA therapy he got was focused on extremes – like when he did something we’d prefer he didn’t do, we were taught to very strongly and firmly and loudly say NO! When he did something we wanted him to do, we were taught to be overly joyous about it and totally celebrate.
      That therapy works for sure but now that he’s turned seven, I wonder about the reaction of the “NO” and whether it’s still appropriate. Anyway, I want the voice in his head (and in yours and mine too even) to be one that is kind and forgiving and full of grace. That’s a hard thing… anyway, gah I ramble. I’m SO SO SO SSO SOOOOOOO HAPPY about your successful surgery! I cried too.July 24, 2016 – 8:32 pmReplyCancel

  • Tamara - Me too, times a million.
    I was thinking today about how so many of us are out to spread love and kindness, and so many of us were clearly raised in a barn, or worse.July 24, 2016 – 8:30 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Yeah… I hear that. I think the worst part is that it’s way too easy to get drawn into the mindset of being raised in a barn or worse, you know? Like I think about things I’ve said when I’m really angry or hurt, and that’s easier. It’s easier to be mean back when somebody is mean to us or our kids or humans in general. It’s harder to think of them with grace and well, you know.July 24, 2016 – 8:35 pmReplyCancel

  • Lux G. - Gosh, this is so true.
    Words are so powerful. It echoes for a lifetime.July 25, 2016 – 9:29 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - They really do, don’t they? I can so remember what people said to me when I was six and seven…July 27, 2016 – 8:56 pmReplyCancel

  • Allie - Hello my friend. I never went to sleep away camp, but Audrey is begging me. I don’t know why I’m so scared to let her go. And what’s going on with your step daughter? And I wonder about Trump, too. After traveling to so many places this year, I’ve discovered that we are no longer a civil society, and the ripple effects of that terrify me.July 26, 2016 – 9:55 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Aw Sweets Call me and maybe consider letting her. It was one of the best things in my life… and I was shy. I’ve met Audrey and she will be fine. Swear. Call me – she should go to the camp I did??? Maybe. Gah to the civil society and ripples. I’m terrified too.July 27, 2016 – 11:33 pmReplyCancel

  • Yvonne - I have a feeling this post has created some beautiful ripples Kristi, and will go on creating more.
    I loved reading about you and Tucker’s conversation about stardust. There’s something about kids at that age that is almost magical – they have wonder and the beginning of understanding that they didn’t have when younger. (Ah, when I think about, there’s something magical about kids of any age, even 18 and almost-17 as mine are now.)

    Oh, and thank you again for your beautiful post for the #1000Speak blog!July 28, 2016 – 5:30 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Yvonne, that’s so sweet – thank you. You’re so right about kids being magical in their wonder and understanding. He’s still at an age where he believes in so much magic anyway and that we’re made partly of stardust makes perfect sense to him. And yeah, 17 and 18 is pretty wonderful too. I suppose all ages are for a parent. Even 40+ because then there are new conversations and magic.
      Also thank you for having my words on #1000Speak!! I loved writing that post!July 28, 2016 – 6:52 pmReplyCancel

  • Lisa Moskowitz Sadikman - This message is fantastic Kristi. Your point about how we choose every single minute of every single day to be kind or cruel, to do something or stand back is so good and true and NEEDED RIGHT NOW! I love the way you weave in Tucker’s words here too and your desire to send him to camp even before he arrived. Yes to “bless you!” xoJuly 28, 2016 – 6:36 pmReplyCancel

  • Rabia @TheLiebers - Becoming a parent has made me take a much harder look at all those ripples. It’s sobering and exciting at the same time. I hope my ripples are the kind that help a large ship across the ocean rather than the kind that knock over a tiny leaf boat.July 29, 2016 – 11:04 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - OOH I love the imagery of helping a ship across the ocean rather than knocking over a tiny leaf boat.July 29, 2016 – 5:37 pmReplyCancel

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