Listen up moms and dads. We’re all on this ride together, and we must hold on to each other and make sure we’re okay.
This ride called parenthood is a busy one. From school events, home chores, and extracurricular activities, there’s always something to do and needs to be done.
Sometimes I just want to stay in bed and pray everything takes care of itself. If someone figures out how to do that, please let me know.
Since becoming a mom almost 8 years ago, (wow’s, its been that long) there have been plenty of times I have to lay my wants and needs aside to take care of my kids. Sacrifice, I think that’s what it’s called.
And dealing with Taj, especially in the early years, it was tough going to doctor appointments and therapy sessions. Some appointments were so boring. We would be there for 4 hours with one doctor coming in for 15 minutes, wait an hour, then another doctor would come in to talk, and so on.
Now that we’ve added 2 more to the bunch, there’s even more to do. Gymnastics, dance, soccer, swim…there’s hardly any time for a free moment to breathe and relax.
We went to a meeting at Taj’s school last week and a parent mentioned that once Taj enters middle school he’s eligible to play team sports. I smiled thinking it’s great Taj could possibly be on the bowling team, yet, I cringed at the idea of another activity we would be adding to our already overflowing plate in the years to come. Yikes!
Having a special medical needs child is totally new to me. I never knew anyone with a child like Taj or similar for that matter. The only children with disabilities that I encountered was when I volunteered to help with the Special Olympics in middle school.
I went to therapy 3 years ago to talk to someone about my feelings and what I was experiencing being a mom to a special medical needs child. She explained that although Taj is living, I was still grieving. You may be wondering the same thing I was when she said that. How can you grieve someone who is still alive?
She explained that I had the hopes and dreams during pregnancy of having a healthy, bouncing baby boy just like all the pregnancy books and websites talked about. But I needed to grieve the idea of Taj that I had and he didn’t become. My husband’s and my life changed not only because we were new parents, but because we were new parents to a child who wasn’t typically developing as most children. And to be honest, he most likely wouldn’t.
But one thing about me that sets me apart is I don’t take what anyone says, including medical professionals, and think it’s the end all be all. The Bible says in Romans 3:4, let God be true and every man a liar.
I pray fervently over Taj, Zoe, and Kai. Taj has a long way to go to catch up with the mental and physical abilities of Zoe and Kai, but my big faith keeps me praising God for the miracles that will manifest in his future.
Parenthood is tiring, demanding, and challenging, but at the same time energizing, rewarding, and manageable.
If you’re a parent reading this, just know that I’m with you. I’ve seen the worst of days, and I’ve seen the best of days. What I don’t do is let the worst of days happen too frequently and keep me bogged down. There’s too much good in life to focus on the negative all the time.
As I speak to you I’m preaching to myself because I’m about to be snowed in for the next 24 hours with these crumb snatching rugrats, so I need a little pep talk. Parents have a lot of responsibility, but we wouldn’t trade our little love bugs for anything.
My challenge for you today is share and empathize with a mommy or daddy who feels like parenthood is dragging them along without their consent. Be a friendly reminder that everyday won’t be easy, but each day will be filled with love. And just think, they don’t stay babies forever. They do grow up to become adult babies that will leave your house and your bank account. Yay, thank God!
Sending love, hope, and peace your way!