Finding Joy in the Journey — Paige Rivard

Summer always used to sound so simple to me. It meant slower mornings, later bedtimes, popsicles on the porch, and playing outside until the sun went down. Now that I’m the parent of a child with Prader-Willi syndrome (PWS), summer isn’t so much this idyllic setting, but rather a…

There is a corner of my yard that quietly tells the story of four generations. The peonies blooming there started in my great-grandmother’s garden. When she passed, my grandmother replanted them in her backyard. When she was gone, I knew I wanted them in my yard. Every May, those same…

Caregiving for someone with Prader-Willi syndrome (PWS) is a role that often requires extraordinary commitment, consistency, and compassion. Much of this work happens quietly, behind the scenes, and without recognition. Yet it is some of the most important work that gets done each day. When I think about…

When you open a can of soda, you might not give much thought to the little aluminum tab you pull up. For most people, it’s just a piece of metal, tossed away without a second thought. But for our family — and especially for my son living with Prader-Willi…

February has two different meanings for our family. On one hand, it’s the month of roses, chocolates, cards, and heart-shaped everything. On the other, it’s Rare Disease Awareness Month, culminating in Rare Disease Day on Feb. 28. It’s a time when families like ours, who are living with…

On Jan. 1, our 15-year-old son, Jake, walked off a plane from Los Angeles, having traveled entirely on his own for the first time. As he came through the gate with his backpack and a beaming smile, a wave of emotion washed over me — pride, relief, joy, and most…

The Christmas season has always been my favorite time of year. I treasure memories of going to the homes of my grandparents and great-grandparents, large family gatherings, the big “box bash” on Christmas Eve, the smell of freshly baked treats, and anticipating the day I could move up to the…

If you’d told me 15 years ago, when my son was diagnosed with Prader-Willi syndrome, that I’d one day be fluent in complex medical terminology, juggle multiple therapy schedules, and still find ways to laugh, I probably would’ve raised an eyebrow and reached for another cup of coffee. But…

The past two weeks could be described as a master class in emotional whiplash — a wild ride that would leave even the most stoic parent reaching for the breath mints and tissues. Last month, I wrote about riding the emotional roller coaster of Prader-Willi syndrome (PWS), and…