Back, and Better Late Than Never

Today is my birthday.
If you know me, you know that birthdays make me think. Not just about cake and well-wishes, though I’ll take both, but about where I’ve been, where I’m standing, and where I’m going. And this year, as I sat with my thoughts, I kept coming back to you.
Yes, you. The person reading this right now.

It has been four years, three months, and some days since I last wrote here. I want you to know it was not for lack of content — goodness, the stories I have. Life simply got a little overwhelming, and somewhere in the middle of managing it all, this space went quiet. Not forgotten. Never forgotten. Just… waiting. I missed you. And I believe it is the right time to come back.

I missed you. And I believe it is the right time to come back.

So. KEY.
The last time many of you checked in, KEY was seven, almost eight. Bright-eyed, making strides, keeping me on my toes. He is twelve now. Almost a teenager. And if you think you knew this boy before, let me introduce you to him again. Kofi Entsi Yankson has personality. Capital P. He has humour that catches you completely off guard, the kind that makes you laugh before you’ve even registered the joke. He knows what he likes and what he doesn’t, and he will absolutely let you know the difference. Watching him grow into himself has been one of the greatest privileges of my life. There is so much more to tell. And I will.

What has changed. What hasn’t.
Four years is a long time. A lot has happened, in KEY’s life, in mine, in the world. Some of it I saw coming. Most of it I didn’t. I have grown in ways I didn’t expect and been humbled in ways I didn’t plan for. I’ll be sharing those chapters gradually and honestly in the weeks ahead, because that’s always been the promise of this space.
What hasn’t changed is why I’m here. This blog exists for every parent who has ever sat in a doctor’s office and felt the ground shift beneath them. For every mother managing a career and a therapy schedule and the silent weight of wondering if she’s doing enough. For every family in a rural community who deserves access to information and support, not just those of us in the city. Debbie’s KEY is back. And so is KEY Therapy Drive, with stories from the ground that I cannot wait to share with you.

A small ask as we begin again.

If this blog has ever meant something to you, share this post. There is a parent somewhere who needs to find this community today, and you might be the one who leads them here.
And if you’re new, welcome. Start with the About Me page. Then stay a while.
Happy birthday to me. And thank you, genuinely, for still being here.
Debbie 🎂