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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

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Josh said…
thx for the link love. glad you joined MOMs and even happier you feel welcomed there!
July 14, 2011 at 6:53 AM
The Lundgrens said…
Very cool!! Just "liked" them. And how cool that there's one for the daddies. LOVE that!
July 14, 2011 at 8:12 PM
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