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taking advantage of the bump

 

I thought I’d share this with you before the drama dies down and my daily visitor count peters back to a more normal, comfy range.  People love a good drama.

 

 

:: smile ::

 

 

Anyway…I made a new friend (he has a great post about an abilities expo he attended!  You should read it.) this past week and…

 

 

was invited to join a FaceBook group for moms of exceptional needs kiddos. 

 

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I’m a sucker for anything that smacks of community.  Although…truth be told…I don’t always fit with SNeedies.  Buuuuut…this group looks great!  No drama.  Just support and encouragement.  I love how they define themselves so much that I’m just going to copy & paste…

 

 

About

Mommies of Miracles is a peer-driven support community of mothers who have children of any age (infant-adult) with complex medical issues, rare or undiagnosed conditions, and/or developmental disabilities.

Mission

The mission of Mommies of Miracles is to eliminate the isolation mothers of exceptional needs children experience on a daily basis by providing an extended network of resources, products & services, grief support, family matching, and hope.

 

 

Good stuff, huh?

 

Oh stop your belly aching, Guys.  There’s a group for you too…

 

 

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…danielle

Comments

Josh said…
thx for the link love. glad you joined MOMs and even happier you feel welcomed there!
The Lundgrens said…
Very cool!! Just "liked" them. And how cool that there's one for the daddies. LOVE that!

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