Thirty

Along this journey of raising a child with a disability, I keep learning.

Just because your child has something in common with another child does not mean you will be friends with the parents. Just because they both have a disability, does not mean the struggles will always be the same. They might be, but there are probably some differences.

I’ve met some amazing parents who have a child or children with disabilities. They have been supportive, a listening ear, a shoulder to cry on, a friend to walk with, and an advocate. Some of them have even come friends.

This year has brought a lot of changes. I’m adapting to some and floundering with others. This year has shown me how much I enjoy getting together with others. I enjoy some sort of interaction with someone else, even if it’s just a walk outside.

Today was a gift. It was short, just thirty minutes, but a gift nonetheless.

I met a mom years ago who had triplets and one (at the time) was receiving First Steps. She understood the therapy life. That outside life happened outside of therapy and exercises. We both have hard, even though the hards are different (Her two other children also receive therapy now).

Today, we were able to sit together in a van (both wearing masks).

She talked. I listened.

I listened. She talked.

We drank coffee.

We laughed.

It was exactly what I needed. A mom who not only understands a bit more, but also a friend.

7 thoughts on “Thirty

  1. I so related to this…I enjoy getting together with others. I enjoy some sort of interaction with someone else, even if it’s just a walk outside.” I’m so glad you have someone that gets therapy life. I have empathy because of my journey with my kids and now therapy life with my dad. XO

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