Motherhood Is: Raising a Child with Diabilities2.29.2016
it's monday, and i'm super excited for the start of a new week. in the past, i really hated mondays because it meant the start of another long and arduous week of wrestling children, constantly tackling a messy home, and running endless errands. but, recently i've learned that my mondays didn't have to start out on a sour note if i didn't want them to. because when it comes down to it, how my week turns out is dependent on the attitude i have when it first begins.
raising a child with disabilities
Motherhood is learning to love and sacrifice in a way you never dreamed possible of yourself. I have been stretched and molded by the unexpected challenges that I have faced. My oldest son was born earlier than expected with spina bifida, hydrocephalus, and a slew of other diagnoses. Typically this is found and prepared for prenatally by ultrasounds and blood work. Ours wasn't. And boy, were we taken for a rollercoaster ride. Our intro to parenthood was very different than what I had dreamed it would be. It took me months to adjust to our new normal, but I healed and learned to find joy in my very different picture of motherhood.
I have learned with time that hardship as a mother is not a lonely battle. My challenge might look different than the next woman, but we ALL have something. We are all stretched and made better by our individual experiences. I imagine that the form I have currently taken is only just the beginning of the chrysalis that motherhood has offered me. It is hard to shed some of the identifying characteristics of my past in order to make room for the new me as a mother; however, I hope and believe that the end result will be beautiful and admirable.
One of the hardest struggles for me as a mother is learning to let go of fear. I am afraid of countless things I can't control. I am afraid that I am inadequate. I am afraid of failure. But fear is crippling. When I am able to let go of that fear, I am free to believe in my current abilities and hope for the added wisdom and strength that only God can extend.
I have been blessed to be surrounded and taught by amazing, thoughtful, loving women...especially my own mother. They have taught me through generous action. The work can be exhausting, never-ending, and may never acknowledge my growth with awards and promotions. However, it is worth-while, especially when my sons say it with a hug and kiss. It is a legacy of sacrifice and service that has been fueled by love. It is a legacy, that as a mother, I am privileged to continue.
you can read my other "Motherhood Is..." posts below.
Motherhood Is...Infertility to Adoption
Motherhood Is...Being a Military Wife
Motherhood Is...Creating a Loving Home
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