So my mind has been pondering the past week what it means to be a mother of a child with special needs. I was on the internet trying to find ideas for my 4 year old’s Transformer birthday party when I stumbled across a poem a mother had posted called “For Chosen Mothers”. It is a poem about mothers who have kids with disabilities.
Apparantly the mother who had some fabulous Transformer party ideas, also has a son with autism and posted this poem on her site. For some reason it dawned on me that I’m a mother of a child with special needs. I guess I just never really think of myself that way. I’ve always reserved that title for moms with children with severe physical needs, perhaps in wheel chairs, or for moms with children with more ‘invisible’ special needs like autism. I’ve always just considered myself, well, Josh’s mom. Though Josh is behind developmentally, has diagnosed medical conditions, and receives visits from 4 different EIV therapists a month. I’ve guess I don’t really think of him as special needs, just special. He functions so well, that it doesn’t require me to do a whole lot of extra things to care for him as compared to my other children. Besides, Josh just radiates such love, goodness, and happiness, that that’s how I see him, as a sweet special ray of sunshine. It was amazing how reading that poem and then another short article she had a link to, written by another mother with a special needs child, entitled “Welcome to Holland”, how I was reminded that Josh
does have special needs. It seems to come a go in a cycle. You remember, then you forget, and then unexpectedly you are reminded again that your child is different and with that brings a wide range of emotions that only a parent of a special needs child can understand. I realize that we will go through this cycle over and over again as Josh grows up. It’s made me very humble and thoughtful, at least this past week, and has made me grateful for who and all Josh is. He’s an amazing spirit to be sure, one who’s so called special ‘needs’ are inconsequential compared to special gifts he brings our family. So whatever it means to be a mother of a child with special needs, I’m thankful God has allowed me to at least be the mother of Josh. I know my life is richer and more fuller because of it. So thank you Josh. I love you!