Being a parent of a special needs child is truly something I would call an emotional roller coaster. You think nothing can get worse but somehow it does. You feel as though your getting your feet on the ground again and somewhere along the road you tripped and fell on your face realising that your not quite there yet. You tell yourself and deep down in your heart you know that one day, you WILL get there but damn it - someone please tell me WHEN?!
We, who are so blessed to have someone in our life that might have a disability - understand what it means to be put to the test of what our unconditional love means. We wake up every morning ready to start a new day. Ready to fight for our children's challenging abilities. Whether its the simple things that we are trying to succeed or the more difficult things that us 'typical' people carry out as nothing. We NEVER prepare ourselves for what the next day has in store for us. We don't bother because we don't know what it holds. Today is already too much.
We, who are so blessed to have someone in our life that might have a disability - understand what it means to be put to the test of what our unconditional love means. We wake up every morning ready to start a new day. Ready to fight for our children's challenging abilities. Whether its the simple things that we are trying to succeed or the more difficult things that us 'typical' people carry out as nothing. We NEVER prepare ourselves for what the next day has in store for us. We don't bother because we don't know what it holds. Today is already too much.
I start to think of all the people that I have crossed paths with during my life as a mother of a special needs child and I being to realise that there is a pattern of ignorance when the word 'special needs' is added to the conversation. Early on after Mango's diagnosis, I had to make the decision on how I would explain to people who had no experience of caring for someone with special needs. As much as I feel like throwing my arms and legs in the air like a child throwing a tantrum, I chose to educate people about children with additional needs. Ofcourse, because I love the fact that I put the extra stress on myself but I do it anyway. If not for myself and my sanity but for Mango. All people see from special needs or disability is hard, limited, worthless, handicap but noone ever stops to look at my child to only see that inside those loveable eyes there is a warrior. A strong soul that refuses to stop trying.
So heres the thing... When me and husband found out we were expecting a new addition to our family - it didn't start off by going to centrelink to fill in form and accidentally tick the box 'health problems'. All we knew was that we wanted him in our arms as soon as possible and not in my belly. When we were told of Mango's diagnosis, I wont deny the fact that we were both shocked and scared but it didn't mean we wanted to turn back time. We still wanted him. We still loved him the same way when we found out he was on his way. The only thing that was different was the way we would lead our lives. We now knew that he had to fight everyday for the simple things. Seriously fight... We had over 3 months intensive therapy to open up his thumbs. His thumbs!
We spend everyday in what I like to call 'play therapy'. For the days that we aren't spending in a hospital waiting room, we play. We play opening our fingers, we play chewing, we play sticking our tongue out, we play standing with our whole foot on the ground, we play with turning our heads from side to side, we sing and sign in AUSLAN because unfortunately for my child, these simple things feel like climbing Mount Everest. These simple and natural human abilities have been a battle for him.
Don't get me wrong though, I have no problem with this. Except today, I feel a bit cranky. Please don't be offended with what I say here. I truly do not mean to be rude in any way and I am very sorry if you do.
I truly believe that parents with typical growing children, who have no experience with what special needs is like dont really understand that real meaning of appreciation and I understand that, they probably never will. That is so fine with me because I understand that you can't really appreciate something until you lose it. OR maybe I've got it all wrong here, maybe what I'm saying is that people need to think before they speak. I can usually suck it up when I hear a parent brag about how advance or bright their child is and that's great! There is no problem with having pride in your child for accomplishing something early or even accomplishing something but please don't rub it in the face of a mother who's child is nearly one and can't even lift his head properly. Once - twice - three times and thats enough. Would you in your right mind complain about how your child is driving you insane if the person you were talking to had recently lost a child? No. Daaaahh...
I'm sure many parents know exactly what I am talking about. So please be considerate. We want to celebrate with you, your children's accomplishments but you don't need to keep rubbing it in our face. And those who say things like 'I wish he would just stop walking! He walks to much and touches everything'. Please I know what your trying to say is 'He is very active and sometimes its a bit overwhelming', so please say it as it is and DO NOT say that you wish your child would stop walking! You do not wish that because I pray that god forbid that your child stop walking one day, you will be wishing that even though you never meant what you said at the time - you definitely will be wishing that those words didn't come out of your mouth the way they did.
It truly hurts to the core to see the look in your child face and see deep in their eyes that they want to play with the children but not physically have the ability to do so. It crushes your heart to see your baby not developing and see the kids around him who were born after him develop into strong able toddlers.
OMG. I just realised that I haven't stopping typing. If you haven't got bored by now. Thank you dearly for reading.
xxx
So heres the thing... When me and husband found out we were expecting a new addition to our family - it didn't start off by going to centrelink to fill in form and accidentally tick the box 'health problems'. All we knew was that we wanted him in our arms as soon as possible and not in my belly. When we were told of Mango's diagnosis, I wont deny the fact that we were both shocked and scared but it didn't mean we wanted to turn back time. We still wanted him. We still loved him the same way when we found out he was on his way. The only thing that was different was the way we would lead our lives. We now knew that he had to fight everyday for the simple things. Seriously fight... We had over 3 months intensive therapy to open up his thumbs. His thumbs!
We spend everyday in what I like to call 'play therapy'. For the days that we aren't spending in a hospital waiting room, we play. We play opening our fingers, we play chewing, we play sticking our tongue out, we play standing with our whole foot on the ground, we play with turning our heads from side to side, we sing and sign in AUSLAN because unfortunately for my child, these simple things feel like climbing Mount Everest. These simple and natural human abilities have been a battle for him.
Don't get me wrong though, I have no problem with this. Except today, I feel a bit cranky. Please don't be offended with what I say here. I truly do not mean to be rude in any way and I am very sorry if you do.
I truly believe that parents with typical growing children, who have no experience with what special needs is like dont really understand that real meaning of appreciation and I understand that, they probably never will. That is so fine with me because I understand that you can't really appreciate something until you lose it. OR maybe I've got it all wrong here, maybe what I'm saying is that people need to think before they speak. I can usually suck it up when I hear a parent brag about how advance or bright their child is and that's great! There is no problem with having pride in your child for accomplishing something early or even accomplishing something but please don't rub it in the face of a mother who's child is nearly one and can't even lift his head properly. Once - twice - three times and thats enough. Would you in your right mind complain about how your child is driving you insane if the person you were talking to had recently lost a child? No. Daaaahh...
I'm sure many parents know exactly what I am talking about. So please be considerate. We want to celebrate with you, your children's accomplishments but you don't need to keep rubbing it in our face. And those who say things like 'I wish he would just stop walking! He walks to much and touches everything'. Please I know what your trying to say is 'He is very active and sometimes its a bit overwhelming', so please say it as it is and DO NOT say that you wish your child would stop walking! You do not wish that because I pray that god forbid that your child stop walking one day, you will be wishing that even though you never meant what you said at the time - you definitely will be wishing that those words didn't come out of your mouth the way they did.
It truly hurts to the core to see the look in your child face and see deep in their eyes that they want to play with the children but not physically have the ability to do so. It crushes your heart to see your baby not developing and see the kids around him who were born after him develop into strong able toddlers.
OMG. I just realised that I haven't stopping typing. If you haven't got bored by now. Thank you dearly for reading.
xxx
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