Special Needs Moms Have Needs Too | Stress Free Kids – Stress Free Kids

Just sharing what one of my good friends- (Christine) shared in the “Puzzles and Rainbows” Facebook group. Special Needs Moms Have Needs Too | Stress Free Kids – Stress Free Kids.

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“Some mother’s chosen by God” by: Erma Bombeck

Here’s another great read i came across one night that also made me reflect & cry. I’m hoping i can live up to this. Read below:

Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressures and a couple by habit.

This year, nearly 100,000 women will become mothers of handicapped children. Did you ever wonder how mothers of handicapped children are chosen?

Somehow, I visualize God hovering over earth selecting His instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As He observes, He instructs His angels to make notes in a giant ledger.

“Armstrong, Beth, son. Patron saint, Matthew.

“Forrest, Marjorie, daughter. Patron saint, Cecelia.

“Rudledge, Carrie, twins. Patron saint… give her Gerard, He’s used to profanity.”

Finally, He passes a name to an angel and smiles, “Give her a handicapped child.”

The angel is curious. “Why this one, God? She’s so happy.”
“Exactly,” smiles God. “Could I give a handicapped child a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel.”

“But has she patience?” asks the angel.

“I don’t want her to have too much patience or she will drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wears off, she’ll handle it.”

“I watched her today. She has that feeling of self and independence that is so rare and so necessary in a mother.

You see, the child I’m going to give her has his own world and that’s not going to be easy.”

“But Lord, I don’t think she even believes in you.” God smiles. “No matter. I can fix that.

This one is perfect. She has just enough selfishness.”
The angel gasps, “Selfishness? Is that a virtue?”

God nods. “If she can’t separate herself from the child occasionally, she’ll never survive.

Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child who is less than perfect. She doesn’t realize it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take for granted a ‘spoken word.’ She will never consider a ‘step’ ordinary.”

“When her child says ‘Momma’ for the first time, she will be present at a miracle and know it! When she describes a tree or sunset to her blind child, she will see it as few people ever see my creations.”

“I will permit her to see clearly the things I see… ignorance, cruelty, prejudice… and allow her to rise above them. She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life because she is doing my work as surely as she is here by my side.”

“And what about her patron saint” asks the angel, his pen poised in mid-air.

God smiles. “A mirror will suffice.”

Written by Erma Bombeck

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“I am” just something i read one night that made me click into mommy mode.

I’d like to start my first post on my first blog by simply sharing an inspirational part of a blog i came across when my son was first diagnosed with Autism. I cannot recall nor find the original blogger. When i read her post (right around mother’s day) all i could really do was cry-or sob actually. The following helped me realize that i had a job to do and that i was now part of a community of parents that really are warriors. We fight and we do it for our children. Read below:

I am ……for mothers. By Michelle Guppy, May 2000

I am the little engine that did. When on my journey in life, my tracks led me to a mountain – a diagnosis of Autism – I looked at it with defeat – thinking there was no way I could climb over it. I then pondered the obstacle before me, and I then said to myself over and over, “I think I can, I think I can…,” then I slowly started climbing the mountain saying to myself over and over, “I know I can, I know I can,….” and then I made it over that ominous diagnosis of Autism and continued my journey. I am the little engine that did.

I am more devoted than Noah’s wife. I am cooped up in this “houseboat” for 365 days and 365 nights a year, constantly taking care of and cleaning up after my “herd of animals.” And when the storms of isolation and monotony become most unbearable, I do not jump ship. Instead I wait for the rainbow that is sure to come.

I am Xena. Real life warrior goddess of Autism. With my steel plated armor I can fight anyone who gets in the way of progress for my child. I can fight the stares and ignorance of typpies – those without autism in their lives – and educate them as to why my child is the way he is, and why he does the things he does. I can fight the schools to have them properly educate my child. And I can fight denied insurance claims to get coverage for my child. Yes, I am Xena – and I am armed for battle…

I am Betsy Ross. I am part of History by my contribution to the Autism Awareness Quilt — many pieces of fabric representing many states, stitched together, that will collectively symbolize Freedom. Freedom from the lack of information about Autism, Freedom from not knowing what causes Autism, and Freedom from the lack of funding and research to treat, overcome, and live with – Autism. Like Betsy’s piece of fabric, my piece of fabric will someday sit in a museum, for others to see my 12.5 x 12.5 inch memorial of a battle well fought. Whether my child is “cured” in my lifetime does not matter, in the end what will matter to me and to my child, is that I never surrendered.

I am the Bionic Woman. I have X-Ray vision – I can see through the mask of autism on my child’s face, and see the beauty in his soul and the intelligence in his eyes — when others can’t. I have super-hearing – I can look at my child when he smiles at me, and hear his voice say, “I Love You Mommy,” — even though he can’t talk. Yes, I am thankful to be Bionic.

I am Mary. A not so well known mother of an Autistic child who was brought here to touch the souls of those around him, in a way that will forever change them. And it started with me. By teaching me things I would never have known, by bringing me friendships I never would have had, and by opening my eyes as to what really matters in life. Things like keeping the Faith, never losing Hope, and knowing a Love that that words cannot express. Yes, I too am blessed by a special child, just like Mary.

I am Superwoman. I am able to leap over tall loads of laundry in a single bound, and run faster than a speeding bullet, to chase my child as he dashes out the front door and heads for the busy street. Oh yes, without a doubt, I am Superwoman.

I am Moses. I am doing my part in leading other parents and society to more awareness, knowledge, and resources, and most of all – Faith. Like Moses did, I too, will sometimes meet with resistance from those who don’t believe. And like Moses, God will give me the small Miracles here and there, needed to accomplish my mission.

I am Stretch Armstrong – a mom that can be stretched beyond belief – and still somehow return to normal. I can stretch limited funds to cover every treatment and therapy that insurance won’t. I can stretch my patience as I explain my child’s biomedical issues with yet another uneducated doctor. I can stretch what time I have, and share it with my husband, my children, my friends, and still have some leftover to help others. Yes, my name is Stretch. And I have the stretch-marks to prove it!

I am Rosa Parks. I refuse to move or waver in what I believe is right for my child –simply because my view is the minority, not the majority. I refuse to believe “What can one mother do?” But instead, I will write, call, and rally to the government, and do whatever it takes to bring equality for my child.

I am Hercules. The Greek god known for strength and courage. The heavy loads I must carry would make others crumble to the ground. The weight of Sorrow, Fear at uncertainty of the future, Injustice at having no answers, and from Tears of despair, would alone possibly be too much, — even for Hercules. But then the Joy, Laughter, Smiles, and Tears of pride, – at my child’s accomplishments, – balance the load to make it easy to bear.

I am touched by an Angel. An Angel who is often described as living in a world of his own. And it’s true. He lives in a world of innocence and purity. A world without hatred or deceit. A world where everyone is beautiful and where no-one is ugly. A world where there is always enough time. A world where he goes to bed with no worries of tomorrow and wakes up with no regrets of the past.

Yes, I most certainly am touched by an Angel, and I sometimes think that his world is better..

I am a mom of a special needs child, all the above, and so much more. Some days I will want to be none of the above – and just be a typical mom with a typical child, doing typical things. On those days I will know it’s o.k. to be angry, and to cry, and to lean on my friends for support.

Because after all, —the most important thing I am, … is human.

******** And on this special day, and every other day I need to, I will read this as a reminder, of just who it is, ~ I am..

c. May 2000 By Michelle Guppy, tguppy@lgc.com,

– for those “Special” mom’s on Mother’s Day – who like me – will not be receiving little handmade cards or gifts from their child – but who see instead, the real gift….

Permission to place into the Our-Kids file archives given August 2000