I am a mother and Guardian of a couple of special needs kids, which with there permission have agreed to allow me to post a blog here.
Raising special needs kids isn't the same as raising "normal" kids, they require a bit more care, attention, help, and you have to learn to think differently.
This story is a fairy tale written by my preteen daughter Lacey. This story will have typos because it is unedited and written in the exact way my daughter wrote it, before handing it to me.
Once again, I ask you to keep in mind that this story was written by a preteen little girl. I felt this was worth sharing here though. Thank you for taking the time to read and any feedback would be appreciated.
So, I've raised kids for years, have teens, preteen, and those legally adults, but there's some things I just don't understand. So ii f anyone wants to give me insight as to these subjects, feel free to
So many times, I've wished to write letters to those who have passed on, and here I will do so. Most of the letters will be directed to my Husband, but there may be a few directed to others.
Nothing special, just a way to let out some of the things on my mind. Didn't know what to publish this under.
The title came from a song I love. This story is about a young teenage mother who lived on the street until the day a woman welcomed her into her home, and helped her turn her life around, or at least tried too, when she disappeared, leaving her infant daughter behind. This is the story, of raising Abby, the daughter of Grace.
Idea stemmed from the song Daughter of Grace by Twila Paris. If you'd like, I've added the song here so you can see the inspiration for my story.
Book One of A Trilogy in the works.
Allison Craft had one main rule for anyone that wished to rent the apartment about her floral shop. It was simple:No kids, and no pets. So when Mark Lancaster asked about renting her apartment, she knew it wouldn't work, because of his six year old daughter, and two year old blue tick hound. However, just as she was about to send them away, something in the little girl's face touched a soft spot, filling her heart with warmth and bringing about a familiar ache that never seemed to go away. Allison had to admit that Mark was cute, but the country boy was nothing but bad news, just like every other man. She had gone through it once, and she didn't plan to do it again. So why in the world did she find herself spending more and more time with little Hope, even letting the girl help her pick out flowers for arrangements. And what was the one thing Hope wished for on every star, but swore she couldn't tell.
This will be updated as often as possible, but please keep in mind I do have a household to run and responsibilities to uphold. Any feedback is appreciated. Thank you and God Bless.
The following is a collection of letters written to offer hope on various subjects, some of which may be triggering to some. It is the writer's hope that the reader shall be touched by the letters, and see that somewhere there are those who care for them, though you may never meet them.
Seeking Co-writers. Please PM me or ElizabethBecker if interested, because we are searching for specific criteria in our co-writers. Also, it would be appreciated if you would like to share your thoughts, comments, or own story in the comments if a letter relates to you. We hope that you enjoy these collection of letters.