Yesterday I was baking cookies for Isaac’s first grade class cookie exchange. As I was adding all the sugar cookie ingredients to the bowl, childhood memories flooded my mind. I had baked these same cookies with my mother for Christmas as a kid. Even as a child, I looked forward to making Christmas cookies with my children. Instead my stomach was in knots. I was trying to make these cookies without letting Nathaniel get in the kitchen and taste them since he is on the Specific Carbohydrate Diet. All those ideas of baking sugar cookies with my kids flew out the window.
That is not my family.
I see families all around me going out to dinner at restaurants or going grocery shopping together. It is those everyday mundane activities that you never thought would be so challenging. What has gotten me choked up before are those Disney World commercials. (I don’t know why because I am not particularly a big fan of Disney World. We also do not have TV but I saw a commercial once and it is branded on my brain.) It is just the contrast of other families as they show their family videos of them breaking the news to their kids that they are going to Disney World and they just pack-up and go.
That is not my family.
I can easily get caught up in the “that is not my family” syndrome. Believe me, I allow this to happen more than I would like. We recently were at our annual church family retreat. Every year the whole church goes to Lake Swan Camp and we have Bible studies and fun activities for everyone over a coarse of 3 days and 3 nights. It is here that I struggle a lot with “that is not my family” syndrome. I was pregnant with many of the women when I was expecting Nathaniel. I had daydreamed about our children growing up together and playing with each other. Many times I end up in tears about the “what if’s” and feeling sorry for myself because that is not my family.
This time at the retreat God spoke to me. I had a vision of me standing at a fence looking out, desperately wanting and thinking I should be on the other side. He told me, “That is not your family. Stop looking out and turn around and see how free you are.” It was like a heavy weight had been taken off my shoulders.
Do not get me wrong, I LOVE my family. I am proud to be Ryan’s wife and Nathaniel, Isaac, Noah & Joseph’s mother. It is just that I had ideas of family activities we would do and how we would function together as a family. I had determined what my family was going to look like long before I even had a family. How silly of me. God is defining my family. Each member was specifically placed in this family to help build each other up and to help us to become who Christ is calling us to be.
So let me tell you about my family.
We are figuring out what works for us. I am not exactly sure what our family will look like in the years to come but time will tell. While we may not be baking sugar cookies together for Christmas, we are baking pecan flour cookies. Ryan mentioned of roasting marshmallows in the fireplace with the boys so I will be making SCD marshmallows! We are setting up family traditions that work for our family rather than trying to keep the traditions that are not practical for the WHOLE family.
You will not catch us at Disney World anytime soon. That is not the “happiest place on earth” for us. It would be quite the opposite. You will probably catch us playing the Kinect on the weekends as a family instead. That way we can all go bowling or do track & field and have a good time. All of this is to say, I am trying to look around and see what works for our family rather than have our family fit a particular mold. This is love for my whole family.








I always love meeting different autistic children or hearing about them from their parents. One of the most interesting things to me is to hear about what the child enjoys and ends up hyper-focusing on. These motivators that many of our children will tend to get stuck on. For my son it is fans, tornadoes, whirlpools…you get the idea. Basically, anything that spins. How wonderful!