It hurts.
It hurts that everyone in earshot of her swim class knows her name but not any of the other kids'. It hurts when the doctor/evaluator/teacher/friend/co worker asks me "can she do ___? ". It hurts when people stare. It hurts when my friend brags about his kids progress in school. It hurts when a milestone is missed. It hurts when a child years younger has a skill she doesn't. It hurts when it's easier for someone else. It hurts.
I am so blessed that it only hurts me.
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It does hurt. A lot.
ReplyDeleteI was just talking with someone yesterday about that despite how things may appear on the outside, everyone's souls are whole, complete, and perfect just the way they are. In other words, if we focus on the outside world who may not understand or be as conscious as we are, it will hurt. If we focus on our beautiful children, we see a beauty that is unmatched.
I've missed you! Write more frequently please! :) XO R
Oh R I agree so much! I will do my darndest to write more often I love the connections and conversations from blogging. It can be hard to find the time but it's well worth the efforts! Thank you for the encouragement. ;) XO
ReplyDeleteYeah it hurts, but for me it hurts less and less the more time passes. And it definitely does not hurt them...thank heavens indeed!
ReplyDeleteWe are on a different parenting path than probably most people we know, and so many things can just keep building up, causing so much pain. But yes, how fortunate that we can blog with those who understand! Take care.
ReplyDeleteYup. My boy doesn't seem to mind and I usually push through. But sometimes it does hurt and it is a blessing that it is only me who hurts.
ReplyDeleteWell, I found you! I followed you from Gayle's to R's and voila! I look forward to getting to know you and your daughter.
ReplyDeleteMeanwhile, this post speaks volumes to me right now. I, too, am grateful my son doesn't feel it. *sigh*
How well I know.
ReplyDeleteSpeaking as the mother of an 18-year-old (where did that time go??) I can promise you that it gets easier. The stares, the skills gap, they don't bother me nearly so much now. And nobody brags about their kids to me any more because I make sure I get in first, telling long (and probably tedious!) stories about BB's achievements. I know it hurts. I remember. Hang on in there : )
ReplyDeleteOh, yeah, I know that hurt ((((YOU)))))
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