The images and stories coming out of Ukraine are heart-breaking.
These devastating scenes of war are hitting us hard, and I think it is because we realize something important.
We are not special.
We are not different.
These families, these babies and these homes we are seeing could be ours. These terrified civilians we watch being interviewed could be us.
“Come here! I have a message for you,” my 6-year-old son called to me from the kitchen this morning as I was hurrying to get things ready for school.
I told him to wait. I was busy trying not to miss the bus, but I saw his smile and had to go see.
On the kitchen floor spelled out in magnetic letters was this word. Love. And, boy, did I need to see that at that moment.
Dear parents of children with special needs,
Please remember that you know your child best. Never let anyone make you doubt yourself.
I know there are so many people telling you about your child’s weaknesses and what they need and don’t need. Most are well-meaning. But you are the only one who truly knows what is right for your child.
I am a romantic.
I love LOVE.
I secretly adore writing poetry, and not-so-secretly adore daydreaming about happy endings and the feeling of butterflies in my stomach.
But I hate Valentine’s Day.
As the parent of a child with disabilities or complex medical issues, there is always something.
A follow-up to schedule for one of the dozens of specialists that follow our child.
A meeting to arrange with our child’s IEP team.
Related services like physical therapy, occupational therapy, speech therapy, and vision services to keep track of in school.