I sometimes think I am nothing but a list of acronyms

...But sometimes we do!

I sometimes think I am nothing but a list of acronyms:






It is when the going gets tough that I remember my favorite acronym;

the most important acronym:


I am a Mom and Mom means the others take a back seat.

Mom has meant recently:

Getting back to ACA meetings.

Putting my PTSD on notice.

Getting more sleep so my TBI is NOT running the show.

OCD does not stand a chance when the others are toeing the line.


Mom is an honorary title,

one given to me as a Sacred Trust by my God.

Mom is where it is at.

MOM = Mostly: Only Mother

Yep that’s the one.

My job

My vocation.

My Honor.

To be my son’s Mom.

All the other acronyms:

Take a number;

My Kid needs me

more than I need you.

Is Blog an acronym?

Blogging sometimes takes a back seat too.

I am a MOM!

Yes I am;

and being a Mom

Comes First!

Peace, Jen


PTSD – Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome; I earned this Beast the hard way..

Sad – Seasonal Affective Disorder; good thing I live in Colorado!

TBI–  Traumatic Brain Injury: another Beast of a different color

OCD– Obsessive Compulsive Disorder; buddies with my PTSD

ACA– Adult Child of Alcoholics; The Mother of many of these Beasts;

The Beast of all the Beasts….

~ by Step On a Crack on February 27, 2012.

26 Responses to “I sometimes think I am nothing but a list of acronyms”

  1. I think you are for more than just that list, Jen. You are a caring loving mum, what more can a child ask? What more c
    Love Steph


  2. I hit something wrong an my comment was posted before I had finished it so here I go again:
    I think you are for more than just that list, Jen. You are a caring loving mum, what more can a child ask? What more can anyone ask?
    Love Steph


    • Dear Steph!

      Thank you for being here! I have been Momming it and writing this helped put it all in perspective!

      You are right; I am more than a list. I am a MOM!

      I am one really really Lucky MOM!

      Love, Jen


  3. YES, YES, a thousand times yes on the MOM. You are speaking my heart here. It’s the one thing I believe I do best – being Heather and Jonathan’s mom. Even in their 30’s I am a mom first. Who knew my “boys” would be expanded by 99 (in our ARC) 😉
    xo debby


    • Debby,

      You are a Mom Supreme! Your ‘boys’ are lucky and so are the 99.

      MOM! Yep…. MOM!

      Thank you for validating my experience. That is support. you are amazing.

      XO Jen


  4. Mom, you are doing a great job at keeping your priorities straight my friend!! I am so glad you wrote this post! It gives others the permission to live where we need to be L I V I N G!!! xoxo melis


  5. That is the ego trying to put labels in us, not needed for us with complex childhood PTSD. Many sufferers of trauma have a difficult time with names, labels and the such that they get lost innthe story of all those labels.

    I got better not caring about approval or disapproval, or labels about me. It is tough to do, leave the trauma alone and stay here and now without thought, empty. PTSD starves when you leave all that trauma alone and live in this second.

    Simple idea, very difficult thing to change and healing is possible and even to be expected.

    Good luck and great writing skills.


    I follow Paulann at Growthlines


    • Dear Marty,

      Welcome and THank You for stopping by!

      You are Dead On. PTSD does starve us. I have used something akin to EMDR to help with my PTSD; it is called Brain Spotting and it is as close to a miracle as I have ever seen. Now, it works amazingly well at taking the charge off specific memories; the memories where PTSD nests. BUT the tricky thing is so many of my triggers are attached to memories that have not yet surfaced (and this is after 25 years with the same gifted therapist) I HIGHLY recommend Brain Spotting and EMDR as a way of shredding the nest that PTSD has built.

      You are right: the label can end up being a crutch. I mention it because I am ALWAYS amazed at how few people know anything about it. In a meeting this week several women JUST came to terms with PTSD having set up nests. Until you realize and admit you have this Beast walking with you, you can not fight it.

      We need to name things to call them out and to begin to take away their power.

      Thank you very much for your kind and wise words!

      Isn’t Paulann amazing!

      Peace, Jen




  7. We think alike there. First things first. Being a mom is supreme!

    I was waiting to see what you decided the MOM was going to stand for. Ideal!!! I love it. This could be a magazine submission, but you probably know that. You have so much talent and you’re focus is staying where it needs to stay. Good deal. So glad to know you are focusing in spite of all the other odd things pulling on your strings! It’s those apron strings that count!


    • Heidi! Thank you for saying we think alike; there is hope for me yet! : )

      You are so clever: apron strings are indeed the most important strings.

      You are TOO kind! Thank you for your words of encouragement. YOU are a true inspiration my Friend…

      Thank you….

      for everything.

      XO Jen


  8. You go MOM!!


  9. “Mom – one given to me as a Sacred Trust by my God.”

    Truly you have wrote this well. This is well done of you Jen. Peace, Eric


  10. Dear Jen – The beauty here goes far beyond your lovely way with words, straight to my heart of hearts!
    You are a wonderful Mom because you love your son enough to rip away at the labels that would be barriers. You won’t settle for anything less than KNOWING him – and that, my friend, is a very rare gift of love, even for a MOM.
    love and peace to you,


    • Dear Debbie,

      Thank you for your words and your heart and for being in my life. You word it so well:
      labels as barriers.

      THAT is what they are.

      Except for the Label


      Love to you my Friend…



  11. If there was a “love” button, I would’ve repeatedly pressed this. Most importantly, regardless of anything else that I am and am not, I am a mother. Right now, a mommy. My son is still young. And regardless of his acronyms, ASD, PDD-NOS, he is my son. Just my son.


    • Hello and thank you for being here!

      Your words mean a great deal to me. Mom. Yep. Momming it comes first. My Kiddo has acronyms too, one of them being PTSD and now….OCD. Add dyslexia and dysgraphia to the mix and we have WAY too many labels.And he is just my Kid.

      I deeply admire your Mom super powers. PDD-NOS and ASD are tough.. I hope I am not speaking out of turn. The YMCA where I hang out has a program for PDD-NOS kids all along the spectrum. It is not an easy path and I am always in awe of the Super Power Moms who are Moms to their KIds.

      You Rock. You just do.

      Peace, Jen


      • You certainly are not speaking out of turn, and I admire your powers of perception and acknowledgement. He is a handful, and we only have limited communication. I hear my sister tell her kid to shut up, and my heart hurts. If my son suddenly spoke, using full, intelligible sentences, I’d never tell him to shut up. I’d likely cry and cherish every word, nonsensical or not, that came out.

        My brother has classical autism, so PDD-NOS is tame by comparison. My son is more socially appropriate than other children his age, surprisingly. He shares and takes turns. He does not strike other children, though I am just now getting him to stop harming me and self-harming.

        I’ve been here before with a sibling. So, I’m a little experienced. But you! I admire your supermom powers! OCD is difficult! My brother has OCD as well, and it made things very complicated.

        I do hope that you are both well. And I am happy to stop by. *smile*


  12. My kids had a phrase they bestowed upon me whenever I impressed them, and I now pass it on to you:

    WOW, MOM, WOW.



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