Posted this on facebook 3 years ago.
“So, my son has a disability.
Do I constantly mourn the boy and man he won’t be?
Or do I celebrate his amazing personality?
Do I compare him every day to boys of his age?
Or do look for potential and possibilities?
Should I curl up in a ball and weep?
Or should I join in the laughter and joy this amazing little boy generates daily?
Is it best to get angry when people stare, grinding my teeth at their ignorance?
Or maybe I can invite them into our world, talk, answer questions, remove the fear?
Do I lament the fact that his first deliberate sentence took him 7 years to compose?
Or do I tell every person I meet until they either glaze over with boredom or join me in my merry dance.
You guess.
When people ask me how we cope the answer is usually just “we do”.
What else is there?
I think it’s a matter of perspective.
When you stop looking at the enormity of a mountain
and start smelling the flowers and enjoying the view,
you forget how big it is and start enjoying it.”
Still true.
