Life is a series of graduations, and motherhood, even more so a myriad. Birth mothers graduate from a less complicated life to nine months of anticipation to caretaker of the minutiae ad nauseum of the newborn delight of their heart. Those wee ones graduate from the womb and begin a series of graduations: from breast, from diapers, from cribs or their parent's beds, from preschool to kindergarten. And on….
But for some mothers and their offspring, graduations happen less frequently or never come at all….
As a sponsor of the "Listen to Your Mother, Nashville show, the editors of Monroe Carell Jr., Children's Hospital at Vanderbilt's Wishing Well blog asked us this month's Monday parenting bloggers to dig into the marrow of mothering. Follow me over there as I share a more raw, less exposed view of parenting my daughter with autism. And, when you're done, be sure to order your ticket to our one-time #LTYMnashville performance where I share the microphone of motherhood with 12 other women on TPAC's stage Sat., April 26 at 7 PM. That's also the last day of the Tennessee Art League solo show of my artist daughter with autism Grace Walker Goad. The exhibition ends one hour before the #LTYM show. Grab dinner downtown or nearby and make it a double header evening, won't you?
About those graduations, click over the Wishing Well (HERE) to continue reading.
