No amount of books or upbringing can really prepare you for the reality of being a parent. Especially when you are the parent of a child with special needs. I don’t advertise this about our family often, because my first response is to live constantly in the moment with it, to face it daily with whatever strength I have left in me, instead of dwelling or sharing it with the world.
For me, personally, it can be so painfully endearing, because there is so much fear and worry, and so much unconditional and unexpected Love that grows directly from all of it. But I have to say – even if both of my children were 100% typical, I would still feel these words to their very core.
Parenting is SO hard. This poem is for every parent, everywhere, who’s ever felt powerless to the constant loop of fear and Love that keeps us fighting for our children and their future, daily.
Coming up for air
In a pit of quicksand
Who I’m supposed to be
Is not always who I am
And by that, I mean
I am, what you’ve made me
Though I have made you
My fight is your freedom
To think, Love, and choose
Mother’s Love, unconditional
With you, the condition
Without you, I’d wither and wane
And beg, for my return to
That purest form of Love
Which comes at the cost of
A lifelong chain
of dry-mouthed gasps
And futile grasps
As I emerge then submerge
Forever embraced
In an infinite pit
of relentless sand
and boundless Love
P.S. If no one has told you, your best IS good enough today, and you are doing a phenomenal job. (oh….and I Love you!)
Lovely blog post!! You are so right that your best is always enough! Thanks for sharing 🙂
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Wow! I had a burst of emotion 😢 very powerful. You are the powerful for sharing
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