I am grateful for this forum. The mothers here understand.
No one can really get over the fact that their child is under special needs no matter how long we have known.
There will be very bad days where I will cry and cry and feel so sorry that my kid can't accomplish what another child/cousin/friend's kid in a gathering, playground, in the same school can say, do, accomplish. Then I lecture myself, "why compare?"
There are days when I question over and over again "why me? Why my kid? What did I do during pregnancy? what have I eaten?" Then I lecture myself, "move on, it's the future that matters."
Then there are days when I saw children who needed even more help and then I tell myself "count the blessings, name them one by one."
My son has hands, he can touch my face. He can hug his mama.
My son has lips, he can plant kisses.
My son can call me mama, some children can't.
My son can improve, even for a little bit each day.
I tell myself to be grateful. I am a mother and this is a great joy to behold. A life in our hands to take care of. This child didn't go to another family, but mine. He was sent by God to me, to be mine. To love, to cherish, to go through our lives together.
No one can really get over the fact that their child is under special needs no matter how long we have known.
There will be very bad days where I will cry and cry and feel so sorry that my kid can't accomplish what another child/cousin/friend's kid in a gathering, playground, in the same school can say, do, accomplish. Then I lecture myself, "why compare?"
There are days when I question over and over again "why me? Why my kid? What did I do during pregnancy? what have I eaten?" Then I lecture myself, "move on, it's the future that matters."
Then there are days when I saw children who needed even more help and then I tell myself "count the blessings, name them one by one."
My son has hands, he can touch my face. He can hug his mama.
My son has lips, he can plant kisses.
My son can call me mama, some children can't.
My son can improve, even for a little bit each day.
I tell myself to be grateful. I am a mother and this is a great joy to behold. A life in our hands to take care of. This child didn't go to another family, but mine. He was sent by God to me, to be mine. To love, to cherish, to go through our lives together.