We hear that every year, but really can we be happy?
as a mom of an amazing girl with special needs I can say YES I am happy. I love her so much, I care for her all the time, I worry about her present and her future. I get anxious thinking about the moment where I wont be here to care for her.
I make sure that her life goes as smooth as possible, that her needs are met, her wants are completed and that she has a smile on her face every single day.
I have put myself on a second place more times than I can remember, but I don't care. I don't mind one bit about doing that for her.
I have gone through so many meetings and doctors visits for her than for me in all my life.
I have practically learned a new degree with ABA training to deal with Autism, that sometimes I regret not have done it during my college years...
I have skipped night outs and trade them for home dates with Husband. Take in dinners instead of dining out and dress up.
I don't do my hair often, or manicures and pedicures.... but more than often I end getting a massage because she has pull my back again...
I had been upset when she has dropped on the parking lot and cars are coming in, or even walking to the grocery store and drop again because she refuses to walk in.
I have cried because she is not invited to birthday parties or considered to be part of a league with her classmates.... but then I remember how amazing is the feeling of her swimming laps at the YMCA with her instructor with no bubbles and that big smile that shows confidence.
I have enjoyed hearing her using her communication device to ask ( most of the time is a demand) for goldfish crackers or more cereal and every time adding PLEASE at the end.
I have really feel proud of her when she was able to show off her counting skills, her spelling of new words and her reading of new words too.
I have loved to see her painting, biking, swimming, playing soccer, basketball and even tolerate me to do her hair with a new brush.
I love hearing her progress report and hearing how many goals she has mastered this month, and how many new goals are we going to add to her programs.
I love that despite her diagnosis she has people who loves her as she is and has friends who don't see the label and had ask for a playdate with her.
I love my husband who works so hard for me to stay home and be her mom.
and I love my family who pushes me to keep on going and NEVER give up
I love her teachers, I love her aides, I love her therapists and her doctors too....
It has taken a village to help me raise this kid... and honestly How can I not be happy?
