Although our lives are an open book on this blog, I would suspect there are actually a great deal more than 8 things you don't know about me. But in regards to being a special needs parent, the following things pretty much sum it up. The author of the article I am sharing beautifully articulates feelings I didn't even know I was having. I can't put any better words around it than she already has, and while her son's disability is vastly different from Asher's, saying I can relate to what she's written is an understatement.
Please, click on this link and give it a read. And you may notice that the article is "7 things you don't know about me" when I am claiming 8. Well that's because there's a 8th thing I'd also like you to know:
8. A quote from my friend Sara, whose daughter has Type 1 Diabetes:
She tossed and turned all night only to have me wake her when she had finally fallen into a deep sleep. "Sorry baby" I whispered, "I'm going to have to change this insulin site." She could barely open her eyes but she grinned and said "Let me roll my butt your way" and then laughed out loud because at eight years old the word butt is still funny.
An inch and half long needle in the middle of the night and she laughed and rested her little hand on my arm. I wouldn't trade this Motherhood for all the healthy kids in the world. Because I have this kid. How did I ever get so lucky.
This special needs parenting road some of us are on is no doubt a difficult one, but just as much so it is a beautiful one. I too wonder every single day how on earth I got lucky enough to be Asher's mom. If there's one really important thing you should know about me, that's it.