By Maureen K. Higgins
Many of you have seen even the front, but I've searched every day. I searched the Internet, in parks and supermarkets. I've become an expert in identifying them.
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you're often exhausted, are stronger than they would have wanted to be, his words exude experience, experience gained with his mind and heart. They are compassionate beyond the expectations of this world. You are my "sisters" if you and I, my friend, are sisters in this club, a very exclusive club. We are very special.
As another kind of exclusive club, were chosen to be members. Some were invited to join immediately, some after months or even years. Some even tried to refuse membership, but it was not possible.
We started in the office of a neurologist or in the intensive care unit for newborns, in any emergency room or during a ultrasound. We started after a somber telephone calls, consultations, evaluations, blood tests, MRI or any surgery.
We all have something in common, we were once good. We were pregnant, had a baby nursing a newborn or played with a tiny 2 or 3 years. If for a moment everything was fine. Then even a moment has passed, as usual, or after a process of weeks or months our whole life change.
We are united, we sisters, regardless of disability diversity of our children. Some of our children needed chemotherapy, some ventilators. Some can not speak, some can not walk. Some live in their own world.
We do not discriminate against other mothers of children whose needs are not as "special" like our children. We respect mutual sympathy for all women who walk in our shoes.
We are knowledgeable. We cultivate for ourselves with all the stuff we found we know who is the "specialist" in the field. We know the "neurologists," the hospital ", the" wonder drugs "," treatments. " We know the tests to be performed, we know the disease-degenerative and progressive "and hold our breath when our children are tested to find out. Without a formal education we have certified in neurology, psychiatry and psychology.
We have learned to deal with the rest of the world, but this is sometimes walk away from him. We have tolerated scorn in supermarkets during "tantrums endless" we gritted teeth, when the person behind us, it recommends more discipline to correct the problem. We have tolerated hollow tips and home remedies from well meaning strangers. We have learned that many of our best friends can not understand our club, and often do not even want to try.
We have many copies of "how God has chosen special mothers," "Special Mother" and we have a bedside to read at times difficult. We have woken up every day since this day began, wondering how to get done here and go to bed without knowing how we did it again. But we always keep the faith sisters never stopped believing. Our love for our children and our faith in everything we achieve, no limits. The dream of getting goals and careers, visualize running in marathons, the dream of planting flowers in our garden, riding a horse, we can see his fingers move on the piano at a concert. We never ever stop believing in everything that they can achieve in this world.
But in the meantime, my sisters, the thing important thing we do is take your hands and close tightly to our own, mothers and children together, reach for the stars.
Thank you all for your friendship!
not I would do without you. It is a cliché, I feel it. I give thanks every day to have them as part of my life.
This text was sent to me a mother who knew very little and they contacted me through the blog of Valen.
Hope you enjoyed it as much as me, if you read filled my eyes with tears by reminding each of you and the fight we share.
great week !!!!!
