Control Chaos Daily Grind

🌪️ Controlled Chaos & Clear Purpose: Life as a Dyslexia Mom

If you had told me years ago that my life would become a mix of carpool lines, dyslexia terminology, fundraising events, book drives, paperwork, and kids asking where their shoes are every single morning—I probably would’ve laughed. Or cried. Or both. Because motherhood is chaotic enough on its own. Adding advocacy and working at a Dyslexia Center? That’s a whole new level of beautifully messy.

Most days start with the same routine: someone can’t find their backpack, someone else needs help sounding out a word before school, and my coffee gets cold approximately six times before I get to drink it. By 8 AM, I’ve already switched between “mom,” “therapist-on-standby,” “encourager,” “scheduler,” “chauffeur,” and “where-is-that-paper-I-signed” detective.

But somewhere in the middle of the chaos, purpose is planted.

And over time, it grows.

I didn’t set out to become an advocate. Advocacy finds you the moment your child struggles—and you refuse to let them struggle alone. I still remember the early days: not having answers, feeling scared to ask the wrong questions, wondering if anyone truly understood what our children needed. Those moments turned fear into fuel. And that fuel turned me into a mother determined to make sure no other family had to walk this path blindfolded.

Working at the Dyslexia Center gave me something I didn’t expect: perspective. I see families who look just like I once did—tired, worried, searching for hope in the middle of a storm. I see kids who walk in unsure and walk out believing they are capable. I hear the relief in a parent’s voice when they realize their child’s struggle has a name—and so does the solution.

Every child I meet reminds me why I show up, even on the days I feel like I’m running on caffeine and prayers. Every parent I talk to becomes a reminder that we are building something bigger than services. We are building a community where kids don’t have to hide, parents don’t have to guess, and no one has to feel alone.

And yes, my life is chaotic.

The good kind of chaotic.

The kind that stretches you, grows you, and keeps you aligned with your purpose.

By the time I’m home from work, I’m back to juggling dinner, homework, reading practice, and the battle of bedtime routines. But I end my day knowing this: the very chaos that exhausts me is also the same chaos that strengthens me. Because somewhere between the spilled snacks, appointments, and advocacy calls, I get to watch breakthroughs happen. In my home. In my workplace. In the families around me.

I’m a mom.

I’m an advocate.

I’m a woman learning to embrace the beautiful disorder of life while fighting for the kids who need someone strong in their corner.

And if chaos is the price for purpose?

I’ll choose it every time.