Hi & welcome! I’m Susan - wife, mom of 2, & special needs advocate finding grace & laughter in the chaos. Hi there! I’m the 4th of 5 kids, all with “S” names.
The Nickel Jar is where I share moments, lessons, & life – the beautiful, messy, & everything in between. I’m Susan, and I am the voice behind The Nickel Jar. Why?! I guess my parents thought it would be cute… or confusing?! (And since I know you’re dying to know — in birth order → Stevan, Sandra, Scott, Susan, Stuart.) These days, I’m a wife and mom, a special needs advocate, and an expert juggle
r of all the things — from managing Big Brother’s competitive travel soccer team while also managing a team of 10 international employees (Shanghai → Boulder!) for one of the largest med tech companies in the world… to all the life stuff in between! Yes, it’s as exhausting as it sounds, but I wouldn’t trade it. When I’m not working or carpooling stinky teenage soccer boys around the Mid-South, you’ll find me with my nose in a book (or a book in my ears — yes, audio books count as reading, and I will die on that hill!), journaling during the brrrr! months, and gardening in the spring and summer. However, being born and raised in the South and on SEC football (RTR, y’all!), soaking in the crisp beauty and smells of fall during football season is my absolute favorite. I’ll gladly take in any stray dog I find, but I will not — under any circumstances — provide the same act of kindness for a cat. I said what I said. I have no chill – I move fast, I eat fast, I talk fast. I’m loud — full stop. That trait is born out of necessity when you’re the 4th of 5 kids (prove me wrong). I’ve never been accused of not being heard. I love words and grammar and will forever champion the use of the Oxford comma, and cringe a little inside every time I hear someone say “irregardless.” And much to my mother’s chagrin, I have a mouth that could make a trucker blush. They are called sentence enhancers in our house and the only rule is, as long as they are used responsibly, i.e., they aren’t being slung at someone, do as you will. This blog is my coin jar — a place to share the nickels of wisdom, frustration, joy, and humor I’ve picked up while raising two wildly different boys: Aiden, my self-starting, high-achieving, soccer-loving firstborn, and Eli, my joyful warrior navigating autism, ADHD, dyslexia, and more acronyms than anyone should ever have to manage. Stick around for a bit and take a peek inside our messy, loud, busy, and often hilarious life. My hope is that you’ll find pieces of your own
06/14/2026
I don't need Eli to blend into the world. I need him to understand it well enough to be safe in it. For our family, ABA isn't about making him less autistic. It's about giving him the tools to better understand himself, the people around him, and the situations he encounters every day.
Some of the most important skills our children learn aren't the ones that show up on report cards. They're the ones that help them recognize danger, understand their feelings, trust the right people, and ask for help when something doesn't feel right.
New post, "Safety Skills & Peace of Mind", linked in comments!
Safety Skills & Peace of Mind
I don’t need Eli to blend into the world. I need him to understand it well enough to be safe in it. For our family, ABA isn’t about making him less autistic. It’s about giving him…
06/07/2026
Someday, if we're lucky, we realize the traditions we grew up with aren't ours to keep — they're ours to carry forward.
Love Them Loudly
Someday, if we’re lucky, we realize the traditions we grew up with aren’t ours to keep — they’re ours to carry forward.
05/24/2026
Grief has a way of creating an unexpected juxtaposition: mourning something or someone deeply while simultaneously celebrating them most fully.
This season has been full of grief layered on top of grief… but also family, memories, perspective, and a giant reminder that 20 years, 42 years, 84 years - doesn't matter. It isn’t long enough, and none of us are promised tomorrow.
For the first time ever, a little boy showed up at our front door uninvited, rang the doorbell, and asked for ELI to come out and play basketball with him.
I don’t know that I can fully explain how that hit me in every feel the way it did.
But I snapped a picture of them playing basketball in the driveway…
and just stood there in it - watching from behind the curtain in the upstairs window.
Because what looks like an ordinary moment to most people…
can feel like everything to a little boy who’s waited 13 years for it.
04/20/2026
I had a plan.
Pack hospital bags.
Be prepared.
Be calm.
Be in control.
Instead… I ate a burger, went to sleep, and woke up in labor 7 weeks early with ZERO bags packed 🙃
Add in a 12-hour “clock,” a c-section, and a NICU stay… and it's safe to say — things didn’t exactly go according to plan.
Sharing Aiden’s birth story today because somehow that tiny 4 lb 11 oz baby is now 16 🥹
The Nickel Jar: What Looks Like... Isn't Always What Is...
What looks like defiance is most often confusion. What looks like not listening is often him feeling like he’s drinking information from a fire hose. What looks like a breakdown might be frustration from not having the words to explain what’s going on in his head. What looks like shutdown is most often his brain reaching its limit.