I know, I know, I know. The topic this month is, "believe." I get it. I've been talking about "believing in yourself," but yanno what? Sometimes it's kinda hard. I get that. On a night like tonight, I get that more than anyone. Here's the thing. It's sort of a dirty little secret. But I'm about to let the cat out of the bag. A year ago, I wrote a book. Yep, I, me, April Schmidt wrote a book. Guess what it's about? Come on, guess........ it's going to be shocking. A little boy with autism. It's a children's book. A picture book, in fact. And here's the story of how it came to be. About a year ago, Luke and I were having a really bad day. Sometimes we have those. Luke is REALLY into books and as we were laying in bed trying to wind down this bad day and put it behind us, I was really wishing I had a book. This book. A book that he could "read" and relate to. A book that he could look at the pictures and say, "Hey...
I've mentioned before that Luke is an awesome eater. He's got about 6 total things on his list that he will eat. At all. Period. I know most of you autism parents out there feel me on this one. One of the things that Luke will eat is waffles. For awhile we had him eating homemade, organic, loaded with sneaky stuff waffles. That was good. And then somehow, someway, we switched to Eggo ONLY waffles. And for about the last year and a half we've been regularly eating, "Waffles with syrups in a bowl." He like us to cut up the waffles and then he dips the pieces in a little bowl of syrup. So "waffles with syrups in a bowl" has become part of the vernacular at the Schmidt house. The other day I was re-organizing the pantry in all of my spare time and the good old waffle iron was sitting on the island. Luke spots it and says, "I want square waffles please." (Waffle iron = square waffles. Eggos = round.) I say, "Luke you'll ha...
As I've mentioned in a previous post , I can't really describe the call to be inked, I just know that it's there. I've been thinking for awhile about my next "word" tattoo and of course, waded through a myriad of choices. The word "worthy" kept coming back to me over and over again. Particularly because it has been said to me in church several times by people, including my pastor who have prayed over me. In my heart I believe that God was telling me that I am worthy. Ok great, so here's my tattoo! Nah, too easy. I was talking to a new friend, one I've only known for a few weeks and I was discussing this tattoo idea with him. He's not a tattoo guy and he's not a guy who really even knows me so why the heck was I asking him to begin with? But here's what he said. "You already KNOW you are worthy." "Worthy is a word you needed for your past." "You need something else that will rep...
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