As a mother I find myself doubting my worth far too often. I know I’m not alone.
When I see stories of families who are raising children with special needs (of any kind) there is almost always some amazing hook to the story.
Maybe the mom is teaching her kids the alphabet thru cooking with whole foods that have no sugar or any preservatives.
Maybe the dad has taught his kids to sing and all six children are learning different instruments to become the next Von Trap family.
I, however, feel very average. I’m not crafty or artistic. (Matt will tell you. I draw a frog and it looks like a deformed cat.)
What can I do to help Brandon discover the best parts of himself? How can I facilitate that which I don’t yet even know myself?
One thing I know without a doubt: Brandon is the child of my dreams. I longed to hold him in my arms for six long years. He’s brought so much joy to our lives.
I will make him laugh.
I will teach him interesting (and occasionally boring) things.
I will be silly with him.
I will guide him.
Somehow, what I have to offer will be enough.