But they'd be surprised.
They would have given up, they say.
But they wouldn't have.
See to me your not a child with special needs, your simply my child. My child who happens to have profound delays, my child who is different. Who needs therapy, who needs a lil more tough love at times, but mostly, you really are just my baby!
How do you do it? They ask.
How have you not lost it? Not given up?
But how could I. Through the constant fits and ever busy schedule, all I see is my beautiful, smart, sweet special little boy. With his big blue eyes, his dimples smile, his sweet blonde hair.
How could anyone turn their back on what is so obviously a gift? A precious miracle!
Why don't I give up? It's not cuz it's so easy, it's not cuz I have never cried and it's not cuz it's not a fight. It is. But you my sweet boy are definitely worth fighting for and standing with. I am so proud of
How hard you have worked. How loving you are. How precious you are. I am so blessed by you!
So how could I ever give up? In your eyes I see promise, I see joy, but most importantly I see love. Your my baby and I love you more then you could possibly know.
And my boy you never give up on love.
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