Stacie Sherman
Journalist, Author, Blogger
Tag: motherhood
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Letting Go While Holding On
Adjusting to life without Brielle at home has been a profound journey. Despite the emotional turmoil, I find solace in knowing she is thriving in her group home, embraced by caring staff. Yet, the haunting stories of neglect fuel our worries, reminding us of our vigilant love and advocacy.
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Ode to Jelly
Am I OK? How do I answer that? Right now I feel like I will never be OK. My 23-year-old daughter is moving into a group home in days, and I’m not OK. Externally, I guess I’m OK. I woke up today, I didn’t cry. I got stuff done. I just packed another suitcase full…
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The Ties That Bind
I had my ex-husband and his wife over the other night for wine, beer and charcuterie. This doesn’t happen often. In fact, it was the first time. But it was needed and healing. And a bit unreal. Our anxious adult son, who was working at the time, kept texting my ex to ask if everything…
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Just Mom
Once upon a time, there was a mom. She was a very special mom, with very special kids. She adored and embraced them. They were amazing. Every once in a while, though, she wondered what it would be like to be just a mom. Not special. Just a mom. “You’re really good with children,” a…
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Happy Medicine
On a rainy weeknight, as I taught a college class, I returned to my lecture stand and my cell phone while the students did an independent task. “Let me see my daughter,” I text my husband, who is home watching Brielle so I can fulfill a lifelong dream and do this one-semester gig. A photo…
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Mixed Blessings
Being a parent to a special needs child is both a blessing and a challenge. My daughter’s gestures and expressions of love bring me immense joy, but I also bear the weight of her struggles. Despite the progress we’ve made, I remain cautious, knowing that her behaviors could resurface. Yet, her moments of happiness remind…
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Midnight Sharp
Just like you, I wanted to be on time. Nineteen years ago, exactly, my water broke. At midnight, on my due date. Sixteen hours later, my first child, my son, was born. And here we are, I blinked and you are 19 years old. When I think of how much you have grown, and struggled,…
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Friday nights
TGIF. She is so good with the Camera. We make great Snapchat shots! Quick post. Back from dinner around the corner. The local Italian place was VERY busy tonight. It was just me and my kiddos. I asked for a table by the wall or in the corner and the hostess started saying they were…
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Memories to Make
So much to be grateful for. No matter how tough it gets, or how much I cry or complain or stress, know this: I am blessed and I am grateful. At some point in my life — I’m not sure exactly when but I was well into my 30s — I began to focus less…
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Quiet Time
It’s 5 a.m. and I am awake for no reason at all. God is playing tricks with me lately. I used to only be up at this ungodly hour when my daughter woke me up. Lately, she sleeps for the most part, and I’m wide awake. Some early mornings, I read or watch TV. Yesterday, I did yoga.…
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My Bittersweet Birthday
I turn 42 today. That’s the age I’ve been dreading for as long as I can remember. When I allow myself to think about it, as I force myself to do now, the reality of it makes my hands shake, takes my breath away. Here I am, the same age my mother was when she…