Special Needs, Love, and Grief
When it first became clear that my son had special needs, it didn't faze me much. I could think intellectually about it and recognize that a label wouldn't change who my son was. I still loved him to the end of the universe and back, just as I loved the rest of my children. Still, there were times that I found myself suddenly irritated with him, whereas before I'd had the attitude of “this is just the way it is.” I found myself annoyed, thinking instead, “Why can't he just ____?!”
via this mama’s madness: Special Needs, Love, and Grief.
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