It’s Saturday, and I am surrounded by technology and movies. A laptop and a netbook are whirring away, scanning and securing themselves. The afternoon was filled with poor jokes about even poorer movies–a typical Saturday at our house.
And then it hit me: tomorrow will mark my 18th as a mom, out of which there have been none that came with wishes from my child that were of his own volition. My son has what are called special needs, although with the abundance of ADHD, ADD, autism-spectrum, and mental health diagnoses, all his stuff seems in a way, ordinary.
For those with kids who make cards, bring bowls of cereal on Mother’s Day morning, or pick bunches of dandelions, count yourselves blessed. For some people like me, it’s a day to be thankful for a husband who does his best to fill in the gaps. It’s a day to smile politely at the families with kids doing all sorts of grand things to celebrate their mothers. It’s a day to mark another year of struggle with “special needs” that seems to grow more difficult and oppressive as each day passes.
If you are able, show your love, admiration, and/or respect to your mom, and to at least on other mom you may encounter tomorrow. She might not get it anywhere else.
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