I always thought we had more time—more time before others would notice my son’s unique qualities. While I am prepared for adults to react, the knowing glances from older shoppers at the grocery store or the pitying stares from mothers at the park are something I encounter regularly. I understand their underlying thoughts of “I’m so thankful my child isn’t like that,” but I didn’t expect that children would react differently so soon. After all, he’s not even four yet. I wished for more time to delay these moments of awareness.
Just yesterday, we were enjoying a sunny afternoon at the park. Three little girls raced through the playground, their pigtails bouncing with their laughter. They couldn’t have been older than five, dressed in bright colors that matched their joyful spirits. Their joyful noise filled the air as they played together.
In the midst of their fun, I noticed them glancing at my son, who was jumping excitedly and spinning around, expressing his joy as much as he could without yet being able to speak. I could see his delight, but then something shifted. As they dashed past him, one girl touched his arm, and another yelled, “Weirdo!” as they ran away, giggling. Time froze for me—while my son continued to joyfully bounce around, I felt an overwhelming wave of sadness wash over me, realizing that he does stand out and that other children can be cruel.
Have you ever felt a weight so heavy that it momentarily steals your breath? It’s a crushing sensation that no one can truly prepare you for. Motherhood brings an intense heartache that stems from loving someone more deeply than yourself, and this ache is magnified when you are parenting a child with special needs. The feelings of love and protectiveness are heightened; they must be, because we have to navigate this challenging world together.
I can’t shield my son from the harsh realities of society—none of us can—but I can ensure he knows he is cherished for who he is. He is accepted, not defined by his differences, and there is no shame in being unique.
As my son slid down from the play structure, I enveloped him in a warm hug and whispered, “You are my everything. Before I ever met you, I felt your absence. Mama loves you endlessly.” In my heart, I trust that he hears my words, even if he can’t articulate a response. I know he feels my love more profoundly than the hurtful comments of those who don’t yet understand him. And that is enough for me.
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In summary, the journey of parenting a child with special needs is filled with profound love, unexpected challenges, and moments of heartache. While the world may not always be kind, our love and acceptance can help our children thrive in their uniqueness.