Everyone help me welcome Maira M. to Effing Happy! Maira, I’m so glad you’re here.💜 And while I’m saying hello, this is probably a good time to say hello to the rest of you, too. 😊 Come in. Poke around. Make sure you can access the 2am Companion and play with it a little. It’s there for those moments when your brain is spinning and you need somewhere to put all the thoughts that feel SO VERY IMPORTANT at 2am. And if you feel like it, reach out and introduce yourself. Tell me a little about you, your family, what brought you here - or hey, just say hi. No elaborate introduction required. I’m really glad you’re all here. We have some very exciting things in the works, and I’m looking forward to building this little corner of the internet with you.

I am holding a baby right now. Not metaphorically. Actually holding one, at an age and stage of life where I genuinely thought that chapter was behind me. She is warm and heavy and perfect and I am exhausted in a way I did not see coming, which is saying something, because I have been exhausted in approximately every way a parent can be exhausted. Here is what nobody tells you about parenting a high-needs kid: it doesn't stop when they turn 18. It doesn't stop when they move out (if they do). It doesn't stop when they technically become an adult who technically has their own life. The terrain shifts and you think, okay, this is it, I've earned some kind of graduation from the hard parts, and then the hard parts show up wearing a completely different outfit. I'm a grandmother now. Nan, specifically. I am doing midnight bottles and afternoon dance parties and I am so full of love it's a little ridiculous. And I am also learning and relearning and growing in ways I genuinely was not anticipating, because my kid is still my kid, and FASD doesn't pause for any of it. The exhaustion I'm carrying right now is new. Different muscles. Different grief and different joy sitting right next to each other in the same rocking chair at 3am. If you're in a season that doesn't look anything like what you thought it would - no matter what age you've got or where in the journey - I just want you to know you're not behind. You're not failing. You're just doing the next hard thing, which is exactly what we do. We keep growing. Even when we're tired. Even when we didn't sign up for this particular version of the journey. You're not alone in it.

🎉Welcome to the place where we stop pretending this is fine. If you're here, I'm guessing you're a little tired of parenting spaces that feel like they were designed for a completely different family than yours. The ones where "have you tried a reward chart?" is the answer to everything. Yeah. Not our people. This is Effing Happy, and we are absolutely your people. I'm Jennifer, and I've been in the trenches of complex-needs parenting for over 20 years. I've done the hospital waiting rooms and the 2am phone calls and the cleaning up of things I never thought I'd be cleaning up. I've also done the DBT training and the Family Connections program and the suicide prevention work, because when you're parenting kids in crisis, you become a very specific kind of expert whether you signed up for that or not. This community exists because parents like us need a place that can handle our reality, the whole messy, exhausting, sometimes-terrifying, still-somehow-loving reality of it. ➡️So let's do this. Drop a comment and tell us who you are and what brings you here. You don't have to sanitize it. You don't have to make it sound okay. Just tell us what's real, and watch how fast you feel less alone. I'll start: I'm Jenn, I'm a mom of four, two of whom have complex needs that have kept me on my toes in the most demanding way imaginable, and I built this community because I spent years looking for it and it didn't exist yet. Your turn.