Author Archives: Adisyngray

There’s a strange kind of clarity that comes when you realize you were cast in a role you never auditioned for. At first, I believed it. I overanalyzed everything.I let anxiety run my life.I watched what I said, how I said it, what I wore, what I posted, what I had with me, how IContinue reading “The Villain in Your Story”

Before St. Jude existed Before the hospital doors opened, before millions of children were saved, before Hudson walked through those red doors. There was a prayer. Danny Thomas was broke, desperate, and unsure of his future when he knelt and prayed to St. Jude Thaddeus, the patron saint of hopeless causes. His prayer was simpleContinue reading “When a Prayer Becomes a Path”

This break didn’t look the way I thought it would. Instead of outings and plans and soaking up time the way I imagined, I spent the second half of it in bed, healing from surgery, moving slowly, watching the days pass quieter than expected. And somewhere in that quiet, guilt found me. I saw aContinue reading “The Kind of Tired That Needs Mercy”

This is a follow up post to the blog “When the “healthy” child gets sick” I suggest reading it first. https://miraclebabysmama.family.blog/2025/10/06/when-the-healthy-child-gets-sick/ The last few months have been a blur of appointments and prayers, of trying to stay strong for everyone else while quietly breaking inside. In June, during Penelopi’s yearly checkup, her pediatrician felt aContinue reading “Breathing Again”

My blog has always been the one place (other than therapy ha) where I don’t feel like I have to censor what I say. It’s where I can be completely myself. Where I can say all my feels, even the ones that sound too heavy or too honest out loud. A therapist I had inContinue reading “Safe Space”

I was on the phone when it happened. Normal every day phone call with my boyfriend talking about how he got in a fight with a possum.  My mom suddenly yelled for me, and my heart immediately dropped. Without even thinking, my first thought was, Hudson must be hurt. But it wasn’t Hudson. ItContinue reading “The injuries that heal”

For years, our family’s focus has been on keeping Hudson alive. Every day since his diagnosis, my heart has been wrapped around the words scan, treatment, hospital, oncology. It’s almost like my mind made a deal with my body, This is where the worry belongs. This is the child we have to fight for. ThisContinue reading “When the “Healthy Child” gets sick”

So tomorrow, Hudson starts Kindergarten. This isn’t his first day of school he’s already done 2 years of preschool, but somehow Kindergarten feels different. Preschool was dipping our toes into the water. Kindergarten feels like stepping into the current of a river that will carry him forward whether I’m ready or not. I’ve spent hisContinue reading “Kindergarten”

My mama used to say, “If I can’t trust you with the little things, how can I ever trust you with the big ones?” Back then, it was about curfews, chores, and telling the truth about who I was texting. But now? It means so much more. Lately, that lesson has been echoing in myContinue reading “Lessons From My Mama”