I am totally THAT mom.
Each year when I send my daughter off to her first day of school, it hurts.
Like physically, in my gut, hurts.
My breathing feels shallow.
My heart seems to skip beats.
My cheeks are hot and tingly.
Waves of nausea pass through my belly like the ocean when a storm is near.
“Are you on my team?” my daughter asked me matter-of-factly tonight.
She has heard me say this before. That I am on her team. And it’s true that I am and always will be.
I will forever be her loyal teammate.
I will unconditionally be her devoted coach.
And I will for sure, at all the times, be her loudest cheerleader.
This little girl amazes me.
At one time, not too many years ago, I didn’t know if she would ever walk.
When your child is nearing their third birthday and hasn’t yet taken their first steps, fears like this come to mind. This is a huge part of being a special needs parent, you know. The fears. The questions. The what-ifs. They are things my fellow special needs parents and I know all too well.
“Believe I can.”
The shirt says it all.
From the very beginning, I have always believed in my daughter. Believed in her ability to beat the odds. Believed in her strength and persistence. Believed in all the things that she has and will accomplish.
My daughter may have special needs, but she certainly “can”.
I am the mother of a beautiful little girl who just happens to have some different needs.
My daughter is strong and smart and kind.
She is curious and fun and stubborn.
She likes dessert better than dinner and can read the emotion on someone’s face in an instant.
My daughter makes me laugh every day and she would make you laugh, too, if you spent time with her. I guarantee it. Continue reading