A few years ago our family had, perhaps our most challenging year. It was littered with moving trucks, hotel rooms, long drives, and plane rides; the year truly stressed our family.
Each step along the way presented a different challenge: broken furniture on the pack-out, lost luggage, delays in attempting to ship cars to Hawaii, etc., etc. Our stress, our anxiety, and our lack of stability clearly impacted our family, and more specifically our daughter Olivia (a 3-year-old at the time).
It seemed, unfortunately, that at every step along the way her anxiety became much worse and her speech regressed; it was heartbreaking to observe and not know how to help.
I, of course, researched tons of different methods to calm and help Olivia. At that point, I was hopeless and scared. A week later and I was at my breaking point. We were sitting in my friend Molly’s basement and while two of my girls were having the time of their lives playing with the toys from Molly’s kids, Olivia wouldn’t depart my lap. She was literally squeezing my body to the point of her own utter exhaustion.