My Dearest Readers,

Today was one heck of a day. It was nerve-wracking. It was exciting. It was like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.

Today was publication day!

Our picture book for highly sensitive children, All Too Much for Oliver,  is finally available on Amazon in paperback and for Kindle. We have worked so long and so hard to make this happen, and it’s finally happened.

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My son reading All Too Much for Oliver

Oliver is a fictional character, but he was inspired by my little boy, and other highly sensitive little ones out there. My son gave our character his name and helped me develop my story. Oliver is very dear to me, and being able to share him with the world today is making me more emotional than I thought I’d be.

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During the journey I talked about in my last post, I had the incredible opportunity to get in touch with two people I admire more than words can say; two people who changed our lives for the better; two people who are pioneers in the field of “high sensitivity”.

Dr Elaine Aron and Dr Ted Zeff did not hesitate to read our book and send us their feedback, despite their very busy schedules. To this day, it almost feels like this was all a dream.

This is what they had to say:

“At its heart, All Too Much for Oliver is about the connection between a highly sensitive boy and a less sensitive girl. She clearly enjoys him and finds him special. She also encourages him, without judgment, to do the things he wants to do anyway. These two little children effortlessly teach us that the 20% and the 80% can be a great team.”

– Elaine Aron, Ph.D., Author of The Highly Sensitive Child

“This book creates an excellent opportunity to help sensitive children learn how to deal with overstimulation and new ways to relate to other children in a group setting.”

– Ted Zeff, Ph.D., Author of “The Strong, Sensitive Boy

It makes me so happy to be able to share this news with you today. If you know anyone who has a highly sensitive child, please share the news with them. And if you get a chance to read our book, please do leave us your honest review on Amazon. Your help will make all the difference!

Until next time my dear readers…

Leila BK


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The creation of a picture book for highly sensitive children

A couple of years ago, when I thought I’d try and write a children’s book that would help highly sensitive kids “feel more normal” (as one lovely reader put it), no one could have prepared me for the incredible amount of time and energy that would be required to pull it off. No one.

After two years however, as I hold my very first picture book in my hands—a beautiful book if I may say so myself—my heart fills with joy and a sense of accomplishment, even if sometimes it feels like it took much longer than it should have to reach the final stage. But then when I give it more thought, and count the number of times the story was edited and the number of people who were involved in the process, I wonder if this could’ve happened in less than two years.

Copy of our Book "All Too Much For Oliver" - Picture Book for Highly Sensitive Children (HSC)

I now look at this book and am confident we have something great. All Too Much for Oliver is not my creation alone. This book is the result of the efforts of many incredible ladies, all of whom are mothers of highly sensitive children.

I wrote my very first draft in 2013 on a Word document and printed it out so I could read it to my highly sensitive son, and I did that because I’d noticed how often he’d go to his books for inspiration, especially when things got rough. I was hoping I could help him feel a little stronger and give him the confidence he needed to go out into the world and enjoy it the way any child should. With just words on a paper though, I didn’t get my hopes up. I was sure he’d lose interest after the first sentence and walk away. Much to my surprise, not only did my son, at the age of four, sit in my lap and listen to the whole story, but he also asked me to read it again, and again.

I wasn’t prepared for what happened next. I’d never done any writing before, and it had never occurred to me to write for children. But when my son responded the way he did to the story of little Oliver, the light bulb in my head went off.

“Maybe I should turn this into a picture book,” I thought to myself. “If I find an illustrator to make the pictures, this shouldn’t be so hard.”

Turns out it is quite hard. My first task was to find an illustrator, but not just any illustrator. I needed someone who understood that this book wasn’t for everyone. This book had a very special purpose to serve, and if the pictures were wrong, it couldn’t do that. How lucky I was to have found Barbara Moxham, a talented woman who’s youngest was in my son’s class. She’d told me the first time we’d met that she was a graphic designer, and so I thought I’d ask her if she knew any illustrators for the story I’d written. How lucky I was that she totally understood the purpose of this story because she had a highly sensitive child of her own, and that she was also an illustrator. The first draft she sent me a few weeks later knocked  me off my feet. She got it. She nailed it! Her illustrations completed my story, something that doesn’t always happen, especially when you’ve written a story that isn’t intended for the masses.All Too Much for Oliver - Picture book for highly sensitive children

Once that was done, the stars worked their magic once again and led me to the wonderful Ruth Martin, an ingenious and highly experienced editor based in the UK who turned our words and pictures on paper into a beautifully polished children’s book. Ruth had sent me a message in response to my query, and told me she also had a highly sensitive child. I couldn’t have asked for more: an editor who could read and edit the story from the perspective of a mother of a highly sensitive child. Any other editor would have probably questioned the story, wondering why I would write about something that isn’t a problem for most, something so “mundane”. After all, most kids love the playground and the swimming pool and parties. Not Ruth though. Ruth, just like Barbara, got it. She gave us tips on wording, illustrations and layout, things that never would’ve occurred to us. She was patient throughout this entire process, and told us everything we needed to know to make the best possible book. Although we still haven’t met, Ruth holds a very special place in my heart.

The story was now edited and had beautiful pictures to go with the words, but I still needed to know if the book would be appealing to others. Needless to say, your friends and family will either find everything you do amazing, or won’t tell you the truth if they didn’t. I had to find people I didn’t know, preferably parents of highly sensitive children, to let me know what they really thought. Twelve amazing women from all over the world volunteered to read our book to their kids, and let us know what they and their children thought. We received invaluable feedback about the story, the illustrations, the title, and most importantly, about the discussions the book sparked. That was probably my favorite part of this long journey. Hearing things like “My daughter could really relate to Oliver” and “My son told me he felt the same way sometimes” made everything we’d done in the last two years worthwhile.

And that, my lovely readers, is the stuff that goes into the creation of a picture book for highly sensitive children. All Too Much for Oliver is a true group effort, a creation only made possible thanks to the contributions from people who understand what our highly sensitive children need.

When I received my first proof copy of the book, my son found it on the coffee table where I’d left it and read it. He walked into the room where I was sitting and said, “Mom, I love what you made. I love this book. I’m so proud of you.”

That, on second thought, was my favorite bit of this long journey.

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All Too Much for Oliver will be released on Amazon, in paperback and for Kindle, by the end of this month. Stay tuned for exciting news! And if you’d like to join our launch team and help us spread the word after publications, please sign up here. There are lovely prizes to be won! Plus, your help would mean the world to us ♥

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Finding the right children’s books for highly sensitive children

For as long as I can remember, reading three books at bedtime has been part of our nightly ritual. Three books is our rule—at least until the kids are a little older and the books become a little longer.

Our kids love their books. Our highly sensitive son, who is now almost six, has had a love for books I have never seen in anyone else. By the time he was one, we owned over one hundred picture books. And now, almost five years later, we’re struggling with finding space in our little home for our ever-growing collection.

So clearly, books are important in this house. But when one of your children is highly sensitive, choosing the right stories, especially at bedtime, is a challenge I never thought we’d have to deal with. To me, stories like Little Red Riding Hood, The Gingerbread Man and The Ugly Duckling are children’s book essentials . At least, that was before my son made me realize what these stories really were.

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The first one is about a little girl who is sent off into the woods on her own to visit her grandmother. Her mother clearly knows the woods are dangerous, which is why she warns her daughter not to stop or talk to anyone, but she sends her off anyway. Needless to say that was not the point of the story. The real message the story was meant to convey is clear to most people, but to those who pay close attention to detail, the point is completely lost while they try to figure out why in the world a mother would put her child at such risk.

“Why didn’t her mom go with her?”

I honestly don’t know. And things clearly get much worse after the wolf gobbles up little Red and her old grandma. And even worse when the woodcutter cuts the wolf open and pulls them out. And then even worse when they all decide to stitch him back up with rocks in his belly so he’d drown in the lake when he went there for  drink. It’s just too much for any analytical mind to comprehend. I’d even say it was wrong, twisted, but at the end of the day, for most people, the story remains one about a little girl who learns not to talk to strangers. That’s it. But for twenty percent of the population, the highly sensitive bit, this “innocent” little book will lead to questions much too big and heavy to answer.

And then we have our poor gingerbread man who shortly after he’s born, is tricked by a fox and then gobbled up, bit by bit.

“The fox said he wanted to help the Gingerbread Man! Why did he eat him?”

And finally that poor little duckling, who isn’t ugly at all in my opinion, feels like his only option is to run away from home because no one will accept him. His mother seems to love him just the same, but doesn’t really stick up for her ‘ugly’ baby when the other farm animals make fun of him. The defenseless chick has to face the big, dangerous world while dealing with an identity crisis, all alone.

“Why isn’t his mom with him?”

That last question comes up a lot. Even more modern story books in which someone is separated from the family, as will often happen in children’s stories, my little boy will worry and cry for the main character who has to find his or her way back, regardless of how exciting and fun the journey back can be. To him, it is impossible to have a good time if you’re worried about something substantial—and being separated from your family is substantial. First we solve the problem, and then we can move on to other things, fun or otherwise.

A while back I asked a group of mothers of parents of highly sensitive children to share the titles that they thought were suitable for their little ones. I put all these titles down and hit the public library shortly after that. Call me crazy, but I enjoy reading children’s books more than I do “grown-up books”, so this was loads of fun.

After having gone through a good chunk of the books on my list, I realized that even though they were very different, they did have quite a few things in common. For one, they all had very simple and easy-to-relate-to plots. The stories are about everyday stuff we have gone through or could go through one of these days; things like birthdays, school, fear of the dark, visits to the doctor.  These books tell stories that aren’t far fetched or unrealistic; stories that don’t trigger anxiety because we can’t possibly imagine ourselves being in the situations the book describes. A lot of these books are funny, depicting a character that has giggle-worthy reactions to certain things, while some focus on broader concepts like creativity or the ocean through fun text, without the use of characters or stories.

One of my favorite bloggers, Amanda van Mulligen, has compiled a list of nine books that would make great gifts to families with highly sensitive children. As for the list of recommended books I got from parents of highly sensitive kids, you can see that here.

Of course, our children are all different and will react differently to different things, even if they share the sensitivity trait. Some will enjoy a good adventure while others might find it too scary. For us, Harold and the Purple Crayon by  Crockett Johnson and Stick Man by Julia Donaldson have stirred up some serious emotions because the character is either not with Mom or separated from the family. Some kids might laugh to the same children’s books that make other’s cry. If you really think about them, some of those Mr. Men stories can be quite upsetting .

But no matter what our children’s preferences, one thing remains true: finding the right children’s books for highly sensitive children can be a challenge. Once a book or concept or plot or character is analyzed and dissected to an extent it wasn’t designed to reach, the curious, sensitive little mind gets filled with serious questions that are difficult to answer. Anxiety takes over, and the point of the book is completely missed.

In my next post, I will share some very exciting news about the books I have been creating with two very talented mothers of highly sensitive kids: Barbara Moxham, an illustrator who can work magic with her pencil and paints, and Ruth Martin, a gifted editor who helped make our book as perfect as can be. Until then, please do visit our publisher website, My Quiet Adventures and find out more about our work.

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Barbara Moxham, Illustrator of All Too Much for Oliver

Have you come across any good children’s books for highly sensitive children? If so, please do share them with us in the comments section below and I’ll add them to the list!

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A sensitive little expat: Learning to say goodbye

A few days ago, I got to rip out the September page off my wall calendar. I had been looking forward to doing that, but when the time came, I stopped to look at one little square before I crumpled it up.

I stopped to think about that one particular day, and to say goodbye one last time.

On the 4th of September, one of my dearest friends moved back home with her family. I cried like a baby, as I cry now while typing these words. I’d known the day was coming for some time, and yet I still could not deal with it gracefully. For the rest of the month of September, that square, marked with my friend’s name followed by a sad face stared me in the eye, as if challenging me to remain strong and collected, when every bone in body shook with the urge to break down in a teary mess right there on the kitchen floor.

What I find most ironic about this reaction is that I am supposed to be immune to this. Having been raised in quite a few countries and having attended about ten different schools before going to college, I thought that in my mid thirties I would be better equipped for painful farewells.

Apparently I was wrong.

A Sensitive Little Expat: Learning to say goodbye to good friends

We moved our little family to Singapore over two and half years ago. Singapore is the kind of place where people come and go, due mainly to job relocation. So it’s never a surprise when someone announces they’re leaving, regardless of how long they’ve been here. My son has had to say goodbye to quite a few good friends, and they have been difficult every single time. The older he gets, the longer those sad spells last.

And how do you explain this phenomenon to a highly sensitive child when you have trouble dealing with it yourself? Yes, it makes sense that people have to move sometimes to find what’s best for themselves and for their families. And yes, we have also had to do that and might have to do it again in the not so distant future. But no matter how logical and reasonable this argument sounds, the heart still refuses to accept it.

In the short time we have been here, I have been questioned by my son more than a few times about why we are still here if everyone else seems to be moving back home. So far nothing I’ve said to him has been convincing enough, and I completely understand why because I’m also hurting. And it hurt so bad when I was his age. My head was always filled with whys, the fundamental one being: Why does this always happen when things are good?

Even though we haven’t reached that point just yet with our six year old, I know eventually we will. His good friends will continue to leave, and the day will come when he will also have to leave his friends behind and make new ones somewhere else. He is an expat child, and a sensitive one at that. There is so much advice out there about making transitions easier on children when moving; books and blogs and news articles will highlight all the advantages of growing up in different places, with different people and cultures. But to me, this is not at all about convincing the mind, but rather the heart. I know first hand that the sensitive heart has trouble seeing the good when it’s dealing with pain. And I know very well that a sensitive heart will not let go, no matter how often the brain will tell it to. It just won’t, because it can’t. I remember all too clearly when I was seven years old, sitting in my new room trying to deal with the first big move I actually understood. I remember the pain as if I’d felt it yesterday. I’d been told why we moved, but it hurt anyway. And in a way, it still does.

One of the great things about being highly sensitive is that we also feel the good very intensely. We love genuinely and passionately, and when it comes to keeping friends who are oceans away, that helps very much. Today, we have all the right technology at our fingertips to make it possible to stay in touch with friends across the globe, making distances much easier to accept. Once that happens, once the heart is ready to accept the facts and move on, we can start to enjoy the advantages of having dear friends all over the world.

A Sensitive Little Expat: Learning to Say Goodbye

A while back, we started a habit of sending out postcards to family and friends who are far away, to let them know we’re thinking of them and miss them. We do that with regular ol’ postcards as well as with a wonderful application we discovered recently called Touchnote. Electronic messages are a great way of quickly letting someone know what you’re thinking when you’re thinking it, but receiving a postcard in the mail has a whole other charm to it. It gives a deeper sense of reality when such a big part of our lives has become virtual. I love that we started this with our little ones. They’re actually excited about checking the mail because they know they might find something in there for them. They know they have people far away who love them, even though they can’t be with them. And who knows, when the day comes, that just might be the thing they need to help their hearts catch up with their heads.

A new month has begun, and it’s nice to feel that dark cloud slowly moving away. Things are looking brighter and I’m feeling better. Even though my heart still aches and will always ache when I think of her and remember just how much I miss her being around, I know I’ll have her in my life for as long as we’re around. Distances and oceans don’t matter as much now.

And I can only hope that my sensitive little expat will see that, in his own time.

My Sensitive Little Expat: Learning to say goodbye Don't Cry Because It's Over -Dr. Seuss

Do you have any coping strategies that have worked with your children? If so, please do share them with us in the comments section below!

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Sensitive, The Untold Story – A beautiful documentary about a beautiful trait

Last night, my husband and I did something we don’t normally do.

Our nightly ritual normally consists of us putting the kids in bed, finishing up the housework, and then slumping down on the couch, mostly with a glass of red wine, to watch something that requires minimal brain activity and triggers little to no emotional response. Some might frown at the idea of two people shutting down that way when the day’s over. But at the end of an overwhelming day, that is how we unwind and empty our buckets.

Last night however, we decided to sit down with a glass of white (only because we’d run out of red) and watch the long-awaited and much anticipated documentary, ‘Sensitive, The Untold Story’. And it was beautiful, and moving, and deep, and I am still choked up thinking about it this morning.

Dr. Elaine Aron announced this project of hers on the 19th of June, 2014 in a wonderful email.

“I am nervous as I write this. This is a big leap for me, a cautious cheapskate,” she begins by saying, and almost fifteen months later, she presented her masterpiece to the world. People tuned in from all over the world to watch the live stream, while many others watched it over the next few days.

The movie was beautiful and informative, filled with interviews conducted with psychotherapists, scientists, parents, young adults, entrepreneurs, leaders, and more. I can’t even describe what it was like to watch all this on a screen, to hear things that I’ve been needing to hear my entire life, to see others going through what we went through as parents. For many, this movie will be self-validating after a lifetime of feeling different and a burden on others. For many others, it will be an eye-opener, shedding light on the reasons why some people seem to cry so easily, or retreat from crowds, or need so much time to recharge.

Throughout the whole movie last night I was teary-eyed. Every time someone said something I could relate to or make me go “ah-ha!” (which was basically everything that was said) I had to work very hard not to lose it completely. The fact that my husband was as excited as I was to see this movie, and sat through the whole thing, nodding in agreement and finally concluding that we need to send out the DVD to every school we know, made me all the more emotional.

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“… ’cause without having read your book I would continue to feel like an insane person.”

As the mother of a highly sensitive child, this movie, or rather this movement fills my heart with joy. There is nothing like having to prove to others that there is nothing wrong with your child when they are so convinced that there is. Nothing can be as heartbreaking as seeing a child be so unfairly misjudged by friends, family and worst of all, teachers who have no idea what a highly sensitive child (HSC) is or that 20% of the population is actually highly sensitive. And to be able to witness the world start to change the way it is, and to see more and more people work so hard and with such passion to spread the word,  I am hopeful that one day we will all be better able to understand and work with one another, combining our strengths to make this world a better place.

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“1.4 Billion People are Highly Sensitive”

So last night we didn’t end up shutting down like we do on most nights. Even though we didn’t have much left to give, we watched something that made us think deeply about ourselves, our children, and the world; something that triggered so many emotions it was exhausting and exhilarating at the same time; something we desperately want to share with everyone we know in the hope that it might make them feel the way it made us feel.

And it was more than worth it.

Follow Sensitive The Movie to stay tuned for information the DVD release date and the second documentary on highly sensitive children! I am so exited about that one!

If you’ve seen the movie, please share your thoughts with us in the comments section below!

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Do you ever envy parents with non-Highly Sensitive Children?

My toddler started attending daycare three time a week about a month ago. He cried the first three times I dropped him off. On the fourth day, he said good bye and didn’t look back.

That’s the way most “When My Kid Started Daycare” stories go, but it’s something I simply cannot take for granted. It’s not something I expected, and not something I can easily get used to, and that’s only because I know just how badly that same story can go. It’s actually all I’ve known, until now.

In an online forum last week, one mother (who clearly was having a bad day) asked:

“Do you ever envy parents with non-Highly Sensitive Children?”

Without hesitation, I clicked on the comment box and typed: “Never.”

And although that maybe true now that my son is five years old and has metamorphosed into someone much more resilient and flexible and carefree, it wasn’t always the case.

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#SoGladTheyToldMe: The campaign that is bringing moms together

I’m sure that by now, most people will have seen this parenting video that was put together by an infant formula company.

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And I’m sure that most of you will have giggled at some point, and then maybe even teared up towards the end. When I watched it the first time that’s just what I did. But the video stayed with me after that, and the more I thought about it, the worse it made me feel. Ironically, the same reasons that make it funny also make it incredibly sad, and of course that’s because it was meant to be a parody of the awful truth. It was meant to be an exaggeration of the notorious “mommy wars”, but the way I see it, it wasn’t an exaggeration at all. Those wars can be brutal; they can break you; they can make you question every little thing you do even if you thought you were doing okay. Those wars are so vicious, you wouldn’t believe how vicious they can be until you’ve actually witnessed them as a mother.

Now even though the video is well-meaning, its attempt at a comedic depiction of something ugly was, at least for me, just as ugly. It amazes me how fast we are as moms, or rather as parents, to jump at each other and rip each other apart when we’re in the same boat, doing our best to achieve one common goal: to raise happy and healthy children. And no matter how hard you try and how much you love, you will be put down in a second if you couldn’t breastfeed, if you didn’t have a “Hollywood” transition into motherhood, if you co-slept, if you didn’t co-sleep, if you gave your kids juice, or if you turned on the television to give yourself a break.

It’s unbelievable really. The other day, around the time I saw the video, I decided to seek advice on what milk to give my toddler now that he’s almost two. I posted my question in a Facebook parenting group I joined, and I must have received over seventy messages. Less than 20% of them were directed at me. The rest of them involved moms lashing out at each other for using one type of milk over another (and according to the discussion there seems to be over three thousand types!), or for for giving their kids milk at all. You go to a supposedly safe place to get support from other people who are all doing the best they can to achieve the same thing you are, and instead you get to witness mothers humiliating each other for the choices they made or didn’t make.

So if we can’t even be there for each other over our choice of milk, what happens when things get serious? Why are we made to feel so alone in this when in fact we’re all in it together? Why are we so quick to point our fingers at each other, confidently and passionately claiming that our way is the only way, when we all know there has never been just one way of doing anything? I don’t expect us to agree on everything, but you know something is very wrong when a discussion about Goldfish and Bunnies, or in other words, crackers, results in a bloodbath.

A few months ago, The HerStories Project announced an open call for submissions for their next book which will focus on postpartum depression. That was the first time I’d realized how rarely we openly discuss these truly difficult topics. I went through an awful time for months after I had my first baby and never once thought I should ask for help. I blamed myself for what I was going through; I was ashamed of the way I was feeling; I hated myself for having fallen apart. I did my best to hide from the world until I managed to pull myself back together. And why? Well because if I can’t discuss going back to work after having had a baby without being criticized, if I can’t consider stopping breastfeeding because it’s making me miserable for fear of being shot down, if I can’t complain about being completely exhausted because my baby still won’t sleep through the night at ten months without being blamed for having spoiled him, how on earth am I supposed to say things like “I can’t enjoy my baby because I’m miserable” or “I’m not sure I’m cut out for this”? I have never personally known anyone who suffered from postpartum depression and asked for help. I have never personally known anyone who admitted that her transition into motherhood was rough. And I am certain most people I know and love have no clue I had suffered in silence.

Stephanie Sprenger, writer at Mommy, for Real and The HerStories Project, put together a beautiful piece a couple of weeks ago, calling for moms to come together in the spirit of support and understanding, and change the way we talk about motherhood by being more open and honest with one another. Her #SoGladTheyToldMe media campaign has been a huge success and has had mothers everywhere sharing advice they were given, or wished they were given, that helped them in their struggle.

This is not an easy time to be a mom. Maybe having a child has always been the ultimate invite for unsolicited advice and criticism, but back in the day it was limited to family, friends, maybe even our neighbors or the occasional mean mom at the playground. Today, the internet has made it possible for a mother to have hundreds and thousands of strangers judge and point their fingers at her, often making sure they let her know they’ve got her “all figured out” while they throw their destructive comments at her, ripping away whatever confidence she had left when she made her transition into motherhood.

Needless to say, not everyone is like this, quite the contrary. In my online experience, most people have been kind and understanding and supportive. In fact some of the online private groups I belong to have offered invaluable advice and help without which I would have surely fallen apart. But I think we all know firsthand that it takes one negative comment to break you. No matter how much support and love you receive from other people who get what you’re going through, it takes one judgmental comment to wipe it all out.

It’s time we started to really talk about motherhood, not just the good stuff, the stuff you see on Facebook walls, but the real stuff, the hard stuff. It’s not always smooth. It’s not always easy. It’s not always love at first sight. Sometimes it is. For many women it is. But for many women it isn’t.

And that’s okay.


Join the #SoGladTheyToldMe campaign! Take a picture or use the hashtag to share the best advice you got as a new mother. Let’s make a big deal out of this!

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The Very Inspiring Blogger Award and Nominations

A couple of days ago, I was nominated by Andy Mulberry from Something Smells Fishy Here for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award. When I received her message, I had to read it over and over again to make sure I got it right, even though it was pretty straight forward. So, a HUGE thank you to Andy for the nomination! It means so much to me when someone, somewhere, finds what I do worthy of recognition. And coming from a great writer like Andy, I couldn’t help but do a little dance of joy.

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The different forms of creativity

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While reading about other Highly Sensitive Children in online forums and other blogs, I very often find moms and dads who talk about how creative their children are; how they love to draw and paint; how good they are with building blocks; how they can make incredible works of art out of almost nothing. And every time I read these wonderful stories of other kids, it made me observe mine all the more closely.

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One Boy, Five Birthdays

No matter how hard I try – and I have tried, very, very hard – I can’t seem to remember how exactly I found out about Elaine Aron’s book, The Highly Sensitive Child. But I will never forget the words that led me to check it out.

My child hates birthday parties,  said someone on the internet.

What? A child, other than mine, hates birthday parties? I couldn’t believe what I was reading. I read it over and over again assuming I may have misunderstood. But I hadn’t. There it was, a real comment from a real mother of a child who hated parties. Continue reading