We are doing it again!!
Coming November 30, 2019 - Our huge sample sale event! Doors open at 9 a.m.
9-3 p.m. Freedoms Foundation
1601 Valley Forge Road
Phoenixville, PA 19460
A HUGE selection of very gently used once on TV and brand new items that have been generously donated by friends of our home.
Thousands of items at ready to move prices.
A ton of Plow and Hearth spinners, yard art, solar lights, holiday decor. Small kitchen electrics, gadgets, cookware. Home goods. Snowblowers, leaf blowers, chain saws, garden tools and decor, Duraflame heaters, fitness equipment, gravity chairs, summer items, SPENCO summer shoes ...
Feature items for this event were generously donated by Joe and Chris Campanelli - $10 each - choose from 6 piece duster set ($35 retail), Set of 10 Puppy Fur Microfiber Towels ($35 retail), FreshFace Set of 6 Makeup Remover Towels ($119 retail) or a holiday cooking buddy (retail $30).
We will have 100 assorted Juniors cakes available for $25 ... choose from 3.5 pound Apple Pie Cheesecake ($55 retail), 3.5-lb Cranberry Crumb Cheesecake ($55 retail), 2.75 Devil's Food Cheesecake ($55 retail) or Emeril's Lemon Swirl Cheesecake ($75 retail)
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A mother's story ...
Written in 2013
Autism” – hearing that 6 letter word – a diagnosis for our daughter, Stephanie, 22 years ago, was nothing less than a dagger in my heart. We did not understand its complexity. Or how severely it had affected her. Back then there was no GOOGLE to click for research. How were we to know that she would never speak a sentence. Be able to tell you her name. Bathe herself. Fix herself a meal, have a date, go to college, get married or ever be left alone for more than a second. She was merely an adorable 2-year-old who suddenly lost her ability to speak, look at us or parallel play. Autism?
The grief was overwhelming, especially given that her older brother, Ryan, was battling serious congenital heart and bowel defects and was a regular patient at CHOP. We were young parents with no family to help us. Transplants from Ohio, trying to care for a chronically ill son, pay for his astronomical medical bills, going it pretty much alone and now we were adding a severely autistic daughter to the mix. There were no books to read. No step by steps on how to handle her. No caveats about “what to expect when you got what you were NOT expecting.” We set out simply enough to give life, the second time around, to a child with a perfect heart and ended up being blessed with a forever child who teaches our hearts everyday just how perfect life can be.
Two decades later, as Stephanie prepares to graduate from 14 years as a resident at the Devereux Kanner Center in West Chester, I am relishing in the blessings of autism. I now know that our daughter was chosen for a higher purpose. Getting to this place, however, has not been easy. I had to get over myself and the hardest thing for me was letting go of the guilt. What did I do wrong while I was pregnant? I was a health fanatic. It was one thing to have my first child arrive with about 50 health issues that would require three open heart surgeries and more and another to have the next one diagnosed with severe autism. I had to forgive myself and to this day, honestly, I am not sure that I have.
And we have since learned that the diagnosis comes with more than just a 6 letter word. Your world will never be the same. EVER. It will be a succession of high highs and low lows. Days when you are scraping poop off the bedroom walls and crying until you are dry and other days when you begin to notice that in that poop art there may be some artistic ability and you laugh. Outloud. Days when the rejection from everyone in the neighborhood being invited to a birthday party but your kids makes you more depressed than you ever dreamed possible to days when out the blue you hear your 15-year-old say “mommy” as clear as a bell for the first time and the happiness is so bright you squint through your tears.
You will find joy in what your child CAN do, learn to pick your battles, of which there will be many, and be gloriously relieved of the typical worries of your child having a boyfriend, driving a car, getting their heart broken, fighting about curfews, college and getting a job. You trade all of this for battling for funding, respite care, IEP updates and extended school years.
Stephanie is oblivious to all of this life hullaballoo. She knows what makes her happy and that is a warm bath, Disney characters and butterfly kisses from her mom. She knows not of greed, murder, war, or global warming. She cries when we leave her. She lights up like a summer sun when we return. She loves Disney dolls, eating frosting out of can and sneaking poptarts.
Autism – that 6 letter word that I once thought would kill me has become the very passion that drives my soul. From this challenge comes my purpose in life. In 2009 I started my own 501c3 non profit, Stephanie’s House, Inc. It is our mission to establish and support life homes for adults with autism. Because, as expected, there is nothing out there and one day we shall pass and who will care for our kids? Funding is tight. These adults need constant care in a home that is filled with love, joy, dignity and purpose.
We are breaking some ground, creating some new rules and forging a path for those 1 in 50 parents who will need to care for an adult with autism.
Soon enough, at a time when I should be moving my daughter out of a college dorm and into her first apartment, I will instead be moving her and two others into their own life home. Conceived in love. Purchased in love. A legacy of love.