For all the special parents:

Post Reply New Topic

I thought this may give a glimmer of hope to that slight depression parents must feel the first time they realise their child isn't 'perfect'. It's called "Heaven's Very Special Child," by Edna Massimilla, and was run in Thursdays Dear Abby column. Just a reminder that you're all special parents too!

A meeting was held quite far from Earth.

It was time again for another birth.

Said the Angels to the Lord above --

"This special child will need much love.

"Her progress may be very slow,

"Accomplishment she may not show.

"And she'll require extra care

"From the folks she meets down there.

"She may not run or laugh or play,

"Her thoughts may seem quite far away.

"So many times she will be labeled

"'different,' 'helpless' and disabled.

"So, let's be careful where she's sent.

"We want her life to be content.

"Please, Lord, find the parents who

"Will do a special job for you.

"They will not realize right away

"The leading role they are asked to play.

"But with this child sent from above

"Comes stronger faith, and richer love.

"And soon they'll know the privilege given

"In caring for their gift from heaven.

"Their precious charge, so meek and mild

"Is heaven's very special child."

Thank you. I really needed this. I'm going to print it off.

Momentarily it makes me feel better...

sorry,

I am really saddened over my son who is far from perfect.

I'm here to love him and support him and help him to be the best he can be and gosh darnit - he is going to succeed.

But it's so hard, and it makes me depressed, and insanely jealous of some idiot girlfriends I know from college or my twenties...who just have normal babies....and just keep having more babies....just as I would of liked to. But now hubby won't have more kids for fear of autism. And that absolutely sucks for me. Because it totally shattered my dream of what life would be like, what my son would be like, my future.

And I worry so much...about DS and the future...the burden on DD when she has aging parents and a big brother who needs help. I'm scared.

All the meetings, all the scheduling, all the therapists in my home, never having any privacy - my life is always open for everyone to see. But why me? I'm not special! Why am I the one who always has to be so vulnerable?

One of our friends once said: "You get what you can handle".