The skill set of the special needs parent

So today, a post for how to pack for Mom 2.0 Summit (the conference I’m going to this week!) popped up. One person was all “I always forget chargers!”

I said “Find the special needs parent – we NEVER forget the charger!”

Seriously. That’s like, a cardinal sin in the SNP World. You always bring the charger. The back up battery pack. An extra set of headphones.

And I realized – dang if we SNPs aren’t handy in a pinch. We know all the secrets, like…

Where to find coffee. – we don’t even need an app for it. Just put us outside, we’ll sniff out the closets Starbuck’s, Tim Horton’s, or Dunkins within a ten mile radius.

Have to find a restroom? Yeah, we’re all over that. We’ve mapped out where every toilet is in town, and then some.

The exit? Oh, we scoped that out the moment we walked in the door. Follow us in case of fire, we’ll be the first ones out.

Hungry? We have a snack handy. Because no one in our charge will ever be allowed to go hungry. If the snack has already been consumed, that’s okay, we know all the drive-thrus.

Feeling sniffly? We have tissues.

Cut your finger? I’ve got fourteen different sized band-aids in my wallet.

Headache? Do you want something for the pain, or just an Advil? Cause we got that.

Need to pack for three weeks in Europe in a carry on? We are your people. Because we pack like that every dang day.

Is there a hostage situation? Move over, we got this. I mean, I’ve had to talk my tween out of the girl’s department with all its Frozenwear because nothing was in her size. Nothing is more stressful than that. NOTHING.

And yes, we can pull cell phone chargers, power cords to laptops, and headphones out of thin air.

We haz skillz.

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