If a mom has an amazing weekend but didn’t take any pictures, did it even happen?
Two days of swimming nonstop for hours on end.
Two days of spending time with friends I haven’t seen in so long.
Two days of watching my kids grow confidence and skill in the water.
Two days of putting on the dreaded swimsuit.
To the Mom Struggling to Hold her Sh*t Together,
I have something important to tell you, mama: I don’t see you.
Now, don’t stop reading just yet. Please hear me out. It’s true I don’t see you, but I know what you are going through.
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.
This right here is everything.
When my children think of me, I hope that they recall the places we go, the songs we sing, the books that we read.
I hope that they think of me as their homework helper, dinner cooker, and bath giver.
I hope that they know me as their safe space, their home base, their soft place to fall.
I think we all have lots of things that we swore a long time ago we would never do when we became parents. You know, back in that other galaxy far, far away. Back then we knew we would be perfect parents. The only problem was that once the kids arrived, reality set in.
Parenting is hard AF.