Dear Parent of a Child with Special Needs:
I have something to say to you.
I want you to take a deep breath.
I want you to stop blaming yourself (if you do).
I want you to know that on a day that demands much emotional, physical, mental, or spiritual energy to advocate or meet the needs of your child, if that’s all you do, you’re a rock star!
I used to tell myself my child’s disabilities were because I was depressed for a short period of time when he was young.
That I didn’t stimulate his brain enough.
That we didn’t color and do puzzles as much as I did with my other kids.
That I was to blame. I had a lack. I brought this on.
That I should have fed everyone more organic food and cleaned with natural cleaners—and lived on a farm.
That my few piles of disorganized mess were to blame for all executive functioning problems in all family members through several generations.
My if onlys?
If only I read up on all this during the early intervention years. Read the rest of this entry »
☕ Espressos of Faith ☕ 