• The Medical Mom.

    Have you ever been so tired that the taste of cheap coffee seems like a blessing?  Have you, looking into the mirror, not been able to remember the last time you showered or even brushed your hair?  Have you ever cried in a doctor’s office, finally letting go of all that stress you’ve been carrying so long? The medical mama has. She’s held her child as they’ve screamed in pain from an IV or a catheter.  She has comforted her baby through the metal rails of a hospital crib.  She has found a way to smile in the face of a child who has endured more medical interventions than the…

  • Praise Him.

    I understand why believing in God, in prayer, and in religion is hard.   In all honesty, I can’t see the logic in it.  Logically speaking, how can you “prove” He is here?  That He is listening?  And if your nose isn’t in a bible, the words of Jesus from a well-meaning passerby may be taken as off-putting, and well, just plain crazy talk.   For the person battling a hardship, I think it’s even more difficult to see God in your life.  In that moment, it is easier to focus on all that is going wrong, rather than finding the good.  People will say things like, “I’ll pray for…

  • The Lonely Home

    Being a stay-at-home mom with a special needs child is lonely.   Before Georgia, I thought being a “homemaker” was the dream gig.  I envisioned myself driving around in my shiny SUV heading to yoga class, drinking Starbucks & listening to music, while my daughter sings along in the backseat.  I would still go out to see my friends, and Georgia would be one of those kids that people would marvel at and say how well behaved she was.   Well, as the stay-at-home mother of an 18 month old special needs toddler, I can state fully & completely that none of that has happened.   I almost never see…

  • Full of Grace

    Every Sunday morning runs pretty much the same in our house.   I wake up ridiculously early with Georgia, and put Moana on while I fix her bottle.  Then we sit, cuddle, and I catch up on social media (I’m a Facebook junkie!).  She usually starts getting wiggly, and I start getting eager to read my Bible. Yep.  My bible. About 2 years ago, you would have never heard that sentence come out of my mouth.  And I certainly wouldn’t be up early on a Sunday either.  No, pre-Georgia days, Sundays were reserved for sleeping in after a busy close at work, perhaps nursing a hangover, but now I spend…

  • A Day in the Life

    In Georgia’s first year of life, we went to a lot of doctor’s appointments… a ridiculous amount.  The number of specialists she sees is overwhelming for a grown adult, but for an infant, it was awful.  She didn’t understand why we had to drive an hour or more into Atlanta to see a new group of strangers every week.  Every car ride was dreadful… she’d scream the entire ride & I would wind up pulled over on the interstate in tears, begging God for help.  We were always late, due to traffic, rain, life in general. At the appointments, there were always more tears, and some awful, uncomfortable event (think needles,…

  • Whiskey on the Rocks

    Back in the day, before the baby and husband, I had a certain routine to writing.  Most likely, I was sad or mad  about something (usually boy related), I’d listen to my music, something emotional, and I’d pour a glass of whiskey.  I’d drink until I was ready to write, and then, I’d pour it out (the feelings, not the whiskey.)  Song lyrics were my personal favorite expression of myself… I could be as vague as possible, and only I would know who I was really speaking to or about.   And back then, it was just me, so I didn’t care if whatever boy it was became butt-hurt that…

  • Picket Fences & Sunflowers

    Marriage is hard.   Before we got married, we attended Catholic couples classes as required by the church.  It was, awkward, to say the least.  We met with an older couple once a week for about 3 months, and had to discuss personal & intimate details of our lives.  We had to discuss things we had never even brought up to each other.  Back then, my relationship with God and religion was much different, and I just couldn’t see the messages our sponsor couple was telling us.  They brought up a scenario in which one of us may lose our job and asked us about our financials.  I was so…

  • An Expert of All

    Any mom needs to be a master of everything… it isn’t just special needs moms.   For three months, I was an expert on breast milk and pumping.  About four months ago, I became a professional level sleep trainer of toddlers.  I can make my own organic baby food, and I know every single nuance of Disney’s Moana. Yep, mom-life has me feeling like Hei Hei on the daily.   But special needs moms, well, we gain a few extra “skills.”  I can draw you a semi-accurate picture of my daughter’s heart & explain her three defects in detail.  I consider myself well-versed in genetics compared to the average housewife…

  • Strawberry Milk

    I don’t even know where to start.   On Sunday, Georgia turned 18 months old, and I was beyond ecstatic.  We have worked so hard to get to this point, between therapy 3x a week, to millions of doctor’s visits and tests and sleepless nights. Monday was going to be the beginning of a renewed start.  I woke up early, and fed Georgia breakfast.  We got to our physical therapy appointment on time, and we were with our regularly scheduled therapist.  I was ready, therefore Georgia was ready, right? Wrong.  The appointment felt like a big disappointment.  Georgia wouldn’t participate.  She cried non-stop, only giving reprieve when I would put…

  • About me.

    Let’s start with the introductions. My name is Kimberly Minor (hence the title) & I am the stepmother of three boys, the mother of a special needs daughter, and the wife of an amazing man who works his butt off so I can stay at home and take care of our children. I wasn’t always the stay-at-home, housewife, mom-life kind of person.  I graduated from the University of Georgia after getting in on a scholarship because of my great grades.  I received my Bachelors in English, with a concentration in pre-law.  I had dreams of becoming a song writer and a lawyer, while meeting the love of my life, getting…