Special kids make parents special.

15 May

Special kids make parents special. Special needs kids are not brought to special parents.

This…is my truth.

Before I start I must state that these are MY beliefs and mine only. I know that everyone has their own opinions of these types of things and I do not mean to be disrespectful or offend anyone. This is simply something that I think and that I felt like writing about today.

I do not believe that I have some kind of special characteristic or that I was CHOSEN to be the parent of a special needs child. I like the idea of that, but I don’t really believe it. To truly believe that, places me on some kind of high pedestal above everyone else. To say that, would be saying that I possess some kind of super human mother strength that has allowed me to endure, maintain, and overcome something that other mothers could not have done.

This isn’t true.

Many people say to me “I just don’t know how you do it? It must be so incredibly hard. I could never do what you do.” My response is “Yes you could. Yes you would. If this had happened to a child of yours, you would do what I have done and what I do. You would have no other choice.”

I didn’t have a choice.

I was a good mother before I had Oli. Logic would indicate that I would be a pretty good mother regardless of what type of child that I had. I don’t think that I do anything extraordinary. I think that through the progression of dealing with what I have, I have been incredibly slow to learn to live with it.

When I write the story part of my blog I write it as it was back then. Not as it is right now. When I talk about the loneliness, the sadness, the self-pity, self-hatred, blame, regret, remorse…that’s how I felt back then, not how I feel right now. I have learned to accept, embrace, and move on from believing that this is something that happened TO ME.

This did not happen to me. This happened to Oli.

Ever since Oli was born I have acted in a way that I did not feel inside. I have always ACTED like it was all fine and that I was okay with her disabilities and her struggles. Because I never wanted her to feel like she was any different. I never wanted her to see that I felt sorry for her. I never wanted her to feel my tears stream down my face or feel my body shake as I shuddered with grief.

I acted how I didn’t feel inside because I wanted to feel what everyone else did. I wanted to feel peaceful with it. I wanted to get to that elusive acceptance part that other parents would talk to me about.

Where was it? How do you get there? I use to cry and beg my husband “Tell me what to do! Tell me how you feel how you feel!”

It was only not too long ago that I finally started believing it all for myself. I’m not saying that I feel okay with her struggles. I will never be okay watching my baby girl’s difficulties. What I am okay with now, is who she is as a person.
I am okay with what makes her Oli.

If you have a child like her or have fought with your own demons, you know what a tremendous accomplishment this is. This was huge for me. This took away all of the guilt that I felt since the day she was born. This also took away the pressure of believing that I had to live up to that super human mother strength. This took away the pressure of trying to do this thing perfectly.

When people would say things like “God gave her to you for a reason” I thought that it meant that I had to be perfect. Because if God had given her to me for a reason, then I must do something amazing with this gift. I must be the perfect mother because I was CHOSEN.

I had to stop believing all that because it was just too much pressure. It was too much. I would beat myself up if I made mistakes and punish myself for feeling the way that I did. I would chastise myself because if GOD had handpicked me for this incredible task…then I was failing miserably. God wouldn’t want me to feel sorry for myself. God wouldn’t want me to feel sorry for her. God must be sorry that he chose me. Those thoughts began to consume me and I sunk lower and lower. Those words of my being blessed by a gift from God did nothing, but make me feel worse.

I do believe in God. I do believe that there is plan and a power greater than me that is running the show, but I don’t necessarily believe that I was specifically chosen. I believe that this just happened.

This might sound contradictory. It probably does. It’s hard to explain in words.

I guess just the fact that God, the big cheese, picked little old imperfect me specifically for this huge responsibility freaks me out a little bit. Okay. It freaks me out a lot. Those are impossibly huge, scary shoes to fill. Those are measurements that I just can’t possibly live up to.

I make mistakes. I mess up. I’m not perfect. I never will be. This is a learning process and unfortunately part of life is messing up. It’s making mistakes, but learning from them.

If you have spoken the words “God gave her to you for a reason” to me please know that I really appreciate it. Know that I don’t get upset or cringe anymore. I know that when people say those things it’s because they really believe them and it comes from a good place. I know that they are words of encouragement. I really don’t mind. I just wanted to talk about why I don’t say it to other people and why I hated being told that in the beginning.

The only thing that makes me special today is being the luckiest mom in the world to 3 beautiful children. One of them just happens to be special needs.

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4 Responses to “Special kids make parents special.”

  1. My Dance in the Rain May 15, 2013 at 5:04 pm #

    I get that reaction ALL THE TIME! I also believe in God and a greater plan but I believe what happened in our case is just as you believe an imperfection of life. Really Great post!

    • mommyhasissues May 15, 2013 at 6:13 pm #

      Thanks Charity!!

      • tric May 15, 2013 at 11:05 pm #

        It is nice, for want of a better word, to read the before and after of your journey to date. Sometimes when you take stock you must feel fairly invincible. I hope you do anyway. You have proved your mettle. Rock on!

      • mommyhasissues May 16, 2013 at 6:09 pm #

        Thanks Tric! And thanks for always being so supportive:)

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