Hearing those words hurt. It was the first time in his three years of life that anyone had ever noticed his differences and commented on it out loud. I was quickly brought back into the world of what "normal" is with a simple, innocent question.
Smooth curls bounce my way Sticky hand scratches my leg He says "mom" his way
Milestones are celebrations! But for a family with a child who has special needs, not all milestones are easy to celebrate. These are my raw, real time emotions about my son getting measured for his first wheelchair.
"I will not let their differences cause me sadness. I will treat them as individuals and celebrate each of them becoming who they were meant to be. I will get through the grief by choosing to hope!"
“Have you ever had that time in your life when things just keep going wrong? A time when you just know God is trying to get your attention? A time when you keep being brought to your knees asking why?”
"We've settled into our own version of normal now and I am even happier as a mother to two than I was as a mother to one."
That beautifully strained cry of a newborn that I had never heard before. She was held up so I could see her- my lovely baby girl. She continued to cry as they wiped her down and weighed her. My eyes filled with tears. This is the way it's supposed to happen!
Any experience can be turned into an opportunity for learning.
"Each and every one of those dreams of grandparenthood have been broken by the disabilities associated with Jonah's diagnosis. They just keep waiting. And they just keep trying to help us in any way that they can. "
His grace means He's not going anywhere. He won't abandon me when I loose my temper or blame Him for my problems.