We get asked this a lot. And the short answer is…..I don’t. There are some days I want to kick rocks. That I rage at the world and I cry. That I am so incredibly heartbroken that it hurts to…
In the small hospital room There was a big bed. And a ventilator And a portable x-ray machine. And a tall IV stand and a fold out chair. A tired Mama and Daddy. A brave little warrior princess. And a…
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By most accounts and statistics, our marriage should have deteriorated already. A child with special needs? A wife with a chronic disease? A husband with career in one of the most stressful professions? You would expect we would have failed. …
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Last weekend I took Callie to the pool at our gym. For most families, going to the pool isn’t a big deal. For us, it’s a bit of an adventure. I won’t lie, I normally try to steer her away…
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There is a unique kind of grief that comes along with being the mama of a child with special needs. For me, the grief has come in waves. At the beginning, they were threatening to overtake me–constantly pulling me underwater…
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Everyone said life would change. They held my hand and looked at my growing tummy and smiled. They shared stories, advice, and tried to convey the drastic shift that was going to come to my life after giving birth. I…
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I remember planning out this day for Callie. We’d picked our outfits out and planned to get ice cream after we went to the opening of the new Flower Vault installation. We’d had such a blast at the Holiday one…
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Before I had Callie, I thought I was strong. I managed my own chronic illness, worked two jobs, and went to school. I was out spoken and lively. I did a lot, gave a lot, and was a lot for…
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As a mama, I knew there’d be days like this. Days where I’m so tired. Days where everything tests my very last nerve. Days where I literally am so all over the place its a miracle I’m standing up right…
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I get asked that question a lot. And it’s understandable. Short of my husband and maybe our immediate family, not many people can understand or have insight into what our life consists of….. I’m a Type One Diabetic. I am…
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Hi, I’m Jaime — writer, mother, storyteller, and the heart behind The Wildflower Edit. For nearly a decade, I wrote online as The Princess and the Prosthetic, sharing my daughter’s journey with disability and the lessons our family learned along the way. It was a beautiful season — full of advocacy, connection, and community — but as my daughter grew older, I felt a shift. She deserved more autonomy. More privacy. More room to decide how she shows up in the world. And I realized something else: My own story was expanding too. Motherhood was still here. Disability was still here. But so were grief, healing, womanhood, nervous system care, feminine energy, homemaking, identity, softness… the fuller, deeper pieces of life that were ready to be spoken aloud. Whether you come for the cozy routines, the motherhood reflections, the disability advocacy, or the soft life inspiration — thank you for choosing to share this space with me. Pour a warm drink. Settle in. Let’s grow a life that feels like you again.
Jaime
