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An Unexpected Path

Tennis Love

By Doug Pinto

Two Sundays ago, I took my six-year-old daughter, Anna, to Bonner Park to play some tennis. It was a rare, beautiful, sunny day in the Missoula Spring. A perfect day for a tennis lesson, and the opportunity to bond with my daughter on the courts. She was excited to play, after the previous day of getting a glimpse of the Hellgate varsity tennis team playing at a parent run event at the Griz courts. The scene immediately inspired her to want to get out and play the game I love — tennis.
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An Unexpected Path: Grateful

By Daria Mochan

Not too long ago, my husband said he would watch the girls so I could take the dog on a walk on a local trail on Mount Sentinel.  I procrastinated because it was a little cold and I was feeling a little lazy.  But I did, and I’m so glad.

Before kids, I would hike up the mountain several times a week perhaps hiking for 2 – 4 hours. Maybe I’d make a loop and head towards the “M” Trail or some days I’d just go up and down.   There was one thing I always enjoyed looking at on the way up the hill.  Oh, this is going to sound strange because surround by such natural beauty and what am I looking at. Chairs.  Weird, eh?
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An Unexpected Path: Riding the cloud

By Daria Mochan

Our family life is much like anyone’s with young children.  We laugh, we play, we eat together when we can, we sometimes go places that aren’t medical or therapy related and we struggle with sleep.  Sure, we are pretty busy with appointments and there are plenty of times of stress and worry too.  Compared to our life before a child with special needs, those ups and downs do tend to be more dramatic, but that’s to be expected….we are on a different ride now.
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An Unexpected Path: Friendship

By Daria Mochan

I’ve always given quite a bit of thought to Gia’s future. Over the last two and a half years I’ve wondered whether she would survive, eat, walk, talk or live independently. I’ve questioned whether she would recognize her parents, laugh with her sister, make jokes or express emotion.  I’ve managed to put some of these thoughts to rest, simply because they are no longer a mystery, and I’ve also learned that excessive worrying about future events does no good. Alas, sometimes I am undeterred by that that obvious fact.

One such worry recently sent me on a downward spiral. For as far as we’ve climbed and crawled our way up the mountain, I managed to tumble pretty darn far back down.  Actually, it was more like a swift kick, precipitated by innocently clicking a link to a piece in the Huffington Post entitled: “My Child’s Dream: To Have Friends.” Perhaps the title should have been warning enough, but the article really should have a disclaimer attached: “Read with a box of tissues and prepare to be heartbroken.”
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An Unexpected Path: It begins with awareness

By Daria Mochan

I was out of town and standing in a long line, sandwiched between two mothers with their children we all started a conversation.  Talk was typical enough, but quickly changed when one of the mothers bent down to check her little one.  It was subtle, but she felt her child’s belly in a spot I knew so well.  When she spoke again she told me something I had already guessed: her daughter had a “button” and it has been leaking lately.

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