Disney, Universal, & Make-A-Wish Magic (Part 1)

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I can’t predict how many posts this is going to take over the next few months, so I’m not even going to try. Instead, I’m just going to let our story unfold. Some posts will be on one moment in time, a brief ten or twenty moments in time that impacted us too deeply to be buried with the other notes of our story. The story of how we ended up where we did was both long and then very short. Short of it is after not being approved two years ago we were contacted by Make-A-Wish in April, saying that Kennedy and Denver could both qualify now and to call them. After that it was a heartbeat later that the Wish volunteers were sitting in our living room getting the kids wishes. Kennedy wished for Disney/Universal. I don’t think any of us was prepared for the amazing that followed. The first step toward our trip involved a party. We got to invite some friends and met at a local restaurant. All three of the kids were treated to Disney delights. No child was left out in the preparations, and they all got gifts. The biggest one of all was, of course, for Kennedy. That big giant package was an elaborate Princess Anna costume for Kennedy (pictures to come in another post). We were able to sit and relax with friends, while the kids played with the bevy of toys they were given. The volunteers went over many things that my head couldn’t wrap around, and as I’ve said several times, we had no idea what we were in store for. The party went on for several hours, and then we all went home. Kennedy was an ecstatic mess, and even though we still had a couple of weeks before we left, the impatience for the trip was mounting. Of course, the kids were bouncing off the walls, and so was I, but I was also packing and planning and stressing (Oh but I didn’t need to…). Oh, and planning and packing and stressing a little more. Talking to other people I knew that had done Disney through Make-A-Wish who had glowing reports just like I do now after the fact. And so…we prepared to go. Left the dog with my parents, my hard drive w/ a neighbor for protection, got the fridge emptied and the laundry done. We were ready to take off! (Part 2 soon!)     Read more »


by Sarah Cass

Multi-published author. Mom of 3 special needs kids. Wife to 1 good man.
Redefining Perfect every day.


Healing a Family – Pour Your Heart Out

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My relationship with my family has had its ups and downs.  In the most recent years its been strained, to say the least. Two years ago(ish), I cut off all contact with my brother. All of it. No holidays. No visits. No phone calls. I was done. No nephew time (and I adore my nephews). No sis-in-law time. Because I was hurt. The hurt was inflicted during a time I was very scared, and so it was magnified into a great pain. One I haven’t fully recovered from, mostly because it has not been dealt with. I haven’t told my brother why. But several weeks ago a crisis arose. My dad’s Parkinson’s took a left turn and the world sort of turned on its head for all of us. It brought us all together again.  My brother, my parents and I all sat under the same roof to deal with the situation and where to go next. Sometimes it takes a crisis to get over your own stubbornness, your own pride, your own pain.  In those moments, all of that is forgotten in the adrenaline rush, the fear, and the chaos. Those are the rough moments, but they’re also the moments of clarity. The moments when what’s really important comes out. Suddenly we are talking. Phone calls are being made. Family outings are being planned. We’re taking baby steps, and I still have to sit down with my brother and explain how the rift started, how I was hurt. Our lives have been too chaotic for a good heart-to-heart. But we’re making pathways. Moving forward. I feel a long-taut string loosening. One I hadn’t realized was stretched so thin. Maybe someday soon the family will be whole again. *~* Written for Things I can’t Say’s Pour Your Heart Out Read more »


by Sarah Cass

Multi-published author. Mom of 3 special needs kids. Wife to 1 good man.
Redefining Perfect every day.


One foot in Front of the Other

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The past two weeks have been overwhelming. It’s been one thing after another. Denver got sick. My dad’s Parkinson’s has reared its ugly head something fierce. Denver’s teenage life blew up into all sorts of drama. Husband had some big decisions to make at work, and the end result was the exact opposite that we’d been hoping for over the past few years. I think my head might have exploded at one point. I’ve been short tempered. I’ve slept too much to cope. I haven’t eaten enough. I’ve only eaten crap. I haven’t written a word. But I’m still here. I’m hoping this is the other side of hell week(s). I’m putting one foot in front of the other. Trying not to make a sound. Trying to remember that positive side of me and find that silver lining. Trying to not reawaken the dragon. Because life doesn’t wait for you to cross the tight rope. It keeps going on. And so will I.   Read more »


by Sarah Cass

Multi-published author. Mom of 3 special needs kids. Wife to 1 good man.
Redefining Perfect every day.