Today I am super excited to have you "meet" Maria. I found her blog from a blog hop and loved her blog. Her writing is beyond funny and her stories about her daughter, Ella, are heartwarming. Make sure you go and check out her blog.
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Hi! I'm Maria and I blog over at
Life on M Avenue.
Amanda was one of my very first blogger friends when I was getting started in this gig just a few months ago and I am SO eternally indebted to her for answering all of my very silly, very amateur questions and refraining from laughing (too hard) in my face!
My blog is a big mix of our crazy, fun, sometimes messy life. But what I am most passionate about blogging on is my daughter Ella, whose genetics just happen to be a little different than most of ours.. I hope you can stop over sometime for a visit!
Just a Little Different
The other week my husband and I were out in the garden custom designing a cute little fence for our fresh peas to grow along. Okay.. not really. We were grinding down old cattle panels to slap together so our weeds peas wouldn't fall over. But anyways... I was in charge of singling the fencing posts out of the treasure scrap pile down by the barn that would be used and then hauling them up to the garden. Of course I wanted the strong, sturdy looking ones (those weeds looked pretty menacing) and preferable kinda-sorta-straight, so the fence stood up a little better.
I was carefully selecting the chosen fence posts, stacking them in a nice, neat little pile, when I suddenly realized that I was subconsciously avoiding the posts with little ribs in them. The best I can explain them is they looked like a screw, with all the little spirals going down the entire length. When I looked at the posts I had, they were all smooth and uniform. They were the same. The others were.. they were.. different.
I tried to push the thought out of my mind. "It's fine," I told myself as I started toward the garden, my tidy little stack of uniform posts in tow, now painfully aware that I was intentionally ignoring the fence posts that were different. I was very mindfully and purposefully avoiding them. I hauled a load up to the garden, but as much as I tried, I just couldn't get my very own, very hypocritical thoughts out of my head.
You see, my own daughter is what some might call "different." She has a rare genetic condition called Cornelia De Lange Syndrome (CdLS), which affects her growth and development. We don't know exactly what the future holds for her, but we are facing the very real possibility that it will be "different" that what we once dreamed.
And we're okay with that.