Author: Sara Orris

One Year Later

May 12th will be the one-year anniversary of my daughter Natalie’s surgery to fuse her spine and correct severe scoliosis caused by a neurological disorder called Neurofibromatosis (NF). As winter has turned to spring my mind has begun to wander to the events leading up to and following that extremely difficult day. With those memories has come residual anxiety and sadness and continued fear of what we may face next. Rather than focus on those difficult emotions I’ve tried instead to reflect on how much I have learned this year. I learned that I am surrounded by good people....

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My Person

At a recent girls’ night with my friends, one of my friends called her closest friend at the table “her person”. For those of you who are not avid watchers of Grey’s Anatomy, she was referring to the relationship between Meredith Grey and Christina Yang. They were each other’s “go to” person for…everything.   This got me thinking about my person and how I don’t have one. I have people. Now, I don’t mean “people” like they mean in Hollywood—“Have your people call my people and we will set something up!” I don’t have staff (although, really, I could use some). I have these amazing people in my life, however, that I could not possibly live without. I’ve been thinking a lot about balance lately. I think the recipe for “balance” is different for every mother but I know, for me, without my people I would topple right over. My husband: Beyond his role as my favorite person in my life, my husband is in charge of a pretty important part of the day for my family. He is responsible for getting my three girls out of the house with their daily luggage (i.e. backpacks, lunch, flutes, various projects, signed permission slips, hats/mittens, appropriate footwear, Elmo, etc.) and then to their daily destination. While that may not sound too difficult, it is when you consider the nightmare that is...

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Tweens: The Agony and The Ecstasy

I have one daughter who is officially a “tween” and another close behind. When we announced that we were having a girl (and then another and then another), people would often warn us about what would be coming. Boys are harder now, they ALL said, but girls will be your undoing later. One woman once told me that when her daughter entered fifth grade, “she almost instantly became someone new”. I laughed with these people. I nodded my head and sagely said, “Oh I know. It should be interesting” even though I secretly thought, “Nah. It will be fine. I’ve GOT this”. So here I am. I have a tween. I don’t HAVE this at all. I doubt my parenting skills now more than I ever did as a first time mother. I have no idea what I’m doing with this beautiful, hilarious, moody, and dramatic child of mine. Her sister is quickly morphing into this same creature. I’m terrified. Every day is an adventure with a tween. The Ecstasy: My tween is becoming very independent and responsible. I can leave her home alone for short periods of time. She can be trusted to get her baby sister breakfast in the morning while I’m frantically drying my hair. She has a better memory than I do and she makes sure that I do not forget important things: “Mom, don’t...

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The Things We Pass On To Our Children

I have three daughters. My two younger daughters look more like my husband and most like each other. With blonde hair, blue-eyes, round faces, and perfect noses they are, to me, gorgeous. They are both vivacious and social. They sing, they dance, and they are both so silly. Neither of them have been to the doctor for anything more serious than an ear infection (yes, I just knocked on my wooden desk as I wrote that). I watch the two of them sometimes in awe as they excel at everything they try. They are who I always wished I...

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