Eva is now a young adult and received her medical diagnosis at age five — cerebral palsy.

For the first part of Eva’s life, my goal was to fix and heal her.

I desperately wanted our circumstances to be different. I wanted life to be easier for all of us.

Eva’s unique needs consumed our family. Other families were traveling and taking fun vacations. We were traveling too, visiting doctors and therapists and attending conferences. My mom moved in with us for a short time. After some time, having my mom live with us was no longer a practical or long-term solution, so we got full-time, live-in help.

We were still drowning.

We went into debt. My marriage was struggling. My son was becoming self-sufficient, not by choice, but out of necessity.

With the help of my coach, I worked through my feelings of trauma, grief, self-judgment, and jealousy toward other moms who had an easier, simpler life. I longed for that ease and simplicity. I felt isolated and alone. Even though I had an amazingly supportive community of friends, they just didn’t “get” my life. I deeply wanted to connect with other moms who I could just sit with and feel like they understood.

If you asked me how I was doing through all this, I’d say, “No, I’m fine. Really, I’m fine.” And I wanted so badly to believe it.

I wanted to be fine. Maybe if I wrote in my gratitude journal more often, studied the Law of Attraction, or took up meditation, my life would be better. Maybe if I prayed for a miracle, I'd get one.

In 2011, we moved to Pennsylvania from New Jersey so she could go to a Waldorf school for children with special needs — the only one in the United States. My intuition told me this would be life-changing for her and it was. Within months of her starting first grade, I found myself among many other open-minded parents experiencing a similar journey. The best part — Eva was thriving.

It felt like coming home.

One afternoon, over a delicious homemade organic lunch with a small group of parents at the school’s kitchen, someone suggested that I have an astrologer read Eva’s natal chart. I knew some basic astrology. I knew I was a Capricorn, my son was a Virgo, and Eva was a Pisces, but what more was there to know? Secretly, at that lunch, I thought, "Isn’t that stuff a little out there?” and "How can an astrology reading really help us?" I was skeptical, but I knew I’d take them up on it. Something was urging me to book a reading. At the time, I thought I’d said yes because it was something I hadn’t tried yet (and I tried almost everything), but when I look back...

I know that was my higher self speaking to me, my soul urging me to move forward and explore this so I could get back on my own soul path, support Eva on hers, and eventually support other parents.

The astrology reading I had for Eva was a pivotal moment in both our lives and the lives of all my children. In that reading, I started to feel something I had rarely felt since my parenting journey began — peace.

I could feel my body softening, but my mind was racing. Everything I learned in that session described Eva to a T. How did this astrologer know all of this? My head was spinning. 

That was when I ferociously dove into my study of astrology. I wanted to understand more about the cosmos and how they influence our personalities and emotions, how they can point to our gifts and challenges, how they can point you in the direction of your destiny, and so much more.

The astrologer could describe Eva’s character in detail by looking at where the planets were when she was born.

Suddenly, it occurred to me.

She’s living the life she’s intended to live.
Nothing is wrong with her, and she doesn’t need fixing.

And as her mom, all I need to do is support her on her path. Her natal chart gave me the insight and practical tools to do just that.

These thoughts led me to study astrology passionately, welcome the birth of my third child, and ultimately lead me to be here with you.

As I learned more about my chart, I was able to get back on my soul’s path. Yes, we parents have one too! And as I started to find my way back to myself, I began to trust and speak and LIVE my truth. I began to heal from the chaos and trauma.

If you had told me when Eva was a baby that she’d be a young adult and wouldn’t be verbal, unable to run, jump, and likely to fall into a crying, screaming puddle on the floor in under a second, and I’d be at peace with all of this, I would never have believed it.

Being at peace with it is a miracle. 

I used to see my daughter as a child that needed to be fixed, healed, and different.

I only use the words “cerebral palsy” now when I need someone to understand her “situation” quickly. Sure, she has a boatload of challenges that I can’t even begin to understand what it’s like to live with. But on some level, I know she’s living the life her soul intended to live, and by having access to her natal chart, I know how I can best support her in the changing phases of her development and the ebb and flow of her daily life as she walks her sacred, holy path.

I know, on some level, her angels also led me to that first astrologer many years ago. The peace that Eva feels knowing her mom understands her deeply and no longer needs her to be any different than she is, is the best gift I could ever give her.

It’s my passion and life’s work to help other parents find their way home — to themselves, while, at the same time, being the parent your child needs. One that deeply understands them and sees them as a highly evolved soul desiring an experience that may be different and still divinely blessed and perfect.