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 »
Lately I’ve been feeling a bit overwhelmed by people stepping across boundaries into each other’s lives where they may not belong. Ever feel that way? Sometimes, they are my own toes being stepped on, but often, I am merely witness to someone landing in another person’s courtroom without realizing it.
☕ Espressos of Faith ☕ 