The Heart Between The Lines
A glimpse into the story behind Tiny Humans, Mighty Moments
Hi, I’m Wren Colson — a writer, advocate, avid reader, homeschool mama, and healing adult child of addiction. I’m raising two wildly different boys in a quiet town along Florida’s east coast, where the days are sun-drenched and rarely simple. I’m also a perpetual work-in-progress, learning as I go and writing my way through the beautiful, brutal, and everything-in-between moments of motherhood.
Scout is neurodivergent — compassionate, gentle, and endlessly curious. His mind is a kaleidoscope of facts and questions, and he could talk for hours about sharks, dinosaurs, or his latest kitchen experiment. He feels the world deeply, noticing small details others might miss, and teaching me daily about patience, perspective, and the art of slowing down to really see the wonder in front of us.
Finn is silly, brave, and fiercely loving. He idolizes his big brother and brings joy and chaos in equal measure. He’s still unfolding, still finding his way in the world, and sometimes I wonder if his wiring might be more like Scout’s than I first thought. Whether neurotypical or possibly on the spectrum himself, Finn’s spirit shines bright — quick to laugh, quick to love, and never afraid to remind us that life is meant to be lived loudly.
We share our life with Frank, our loyal and goofy dog, who’s loved just as deeply as any human in this home.
Our days are a patchwork of meltdowns and milestones, therapy sessions and spontaneous adventures. We homeschool, we make messes, and we live with big feelings. Parenting has stretched me in ways I never expected — especially when it comes to the invisible weight mothers carry, the grief that comes not from loss but from unspoken expectations, and the slow, painful work of healing from the generational impact of addiction while trying to create something softer and safer for my children.
I write about the complexities of special needs parenting — the beauty, the heartbreak, and the quiet victories that don’t make it into holiday cards. I write about what it means to grow up while raising little humans of your own, about the tangled threads of sibling dynamics, and about the messy, magical life of raising two boys who love bugs, books, and each other.
You won’t see my children’s faces here. Their stories are deeply entwined with mine, but they’re also theirs — and I want to protect their right to tell them in their own time. For that same reason, we all go by pseudonyms in this space — myself included. It’s a simple but intentional choice to protect our privacy, honor our boundaries, and still share the heart of our story in a way that feels safe.
This blog, Tiny Humans, Mighty Moments, is my way of making sense of it all. If any part of our story resonates with yours, I’m glad you’re here. You’re not alone.
Messy Moments. Loud Love. Shared Strength. – Wren
