Have you ever heard this phrase before? — “God only gives special children to special people.” I have. Too many times, actually. That seemed to be a “go to” response when we broke the news of Everett’s diagnosis to friends and family after he was born. And while the statement was well-intended, it always irked me a little. You see, I am in no way “special” because I’m the mother of a child with some unique abilities and concerns. Quite the opposite. I’m just an ordinary person, doing my best to raise my children to the best of my ability while pushing a merry-go-round of personal and professional responsibilities. Some days the merry-go-round spins as planned, but on other days I have to really dig in and run alongside the merry-go-round until it reaches a “doable” speed. On these occasions, I really start to question my endurance, patience, and ability…like so many other mamas out there. Which brings me to the primary theme of this blog post — ability. You see, I don’t believe I inherently have any special abilities and as such, God chose me to raise a “special child.” I tend to gravitate to another statement I’ve seen posted on social media by several other Rockin’ mamas:
God doesn’t give special children to special parents. He takes ordinary, imperfect people, and gifts them with his greatest treasures. And therein, he creates special parents.
Here’s a story that demonstrates this exact quote. It’s a true story, verbatim and uncut (in typical mamability.com fashion) from those tough “early days” I so often write about.
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