Everyday Hope For The Mother Of Children With Special Needs
I hope I can be the momma they need.
I hope I can be the wife he needs.
I hope that one day, I will be able to pay for all the medical bills, and still be able to save something for the future.
I hope that both boys sleep through the night tonight.
I hope that autism becomes something more readily and widely understood.
I hope that being an autism parent becomes something that is more readily and widely understood.
I hope that the stigma of mental illness can be replaced with compassion.
I hope the meds work.
I hope that my son will be able to make it through the next week without any real need for medical intervention.
I hope that my husband knows how much I love him.
Everyday Hope For The Mother Of Children With Special Needs
I hope that my youngest son doesn’t grow up feeling like he was ignored in his early years because of our necessary, and sometimes unfair, focus on his brother.
I hope that my oldest doesn’t feel like he was ignored in his teenage years because of our necessary, and sometimes unfair, focus on his brother.
I hope that when my son grows up, he can keep a job and maybe even learn to drive a car (executive function matters on the road, yo).
I hope my boys never, ever doubt that they are so very loved.
I hope that I never have to choose between quality care for my boys, and paying rent or putting food on the table.
I hope other mommas won’t have to make that horrible decision either.
I hope that I am spending my days on things that matter.
I hope that my son is able to get out of bed tomorrow morning, and that the Lupus won’t take over again.
I hope that the insurance company reimburses the 50% the pamphlet says they will, but I have yet to see.
I hope that we can make it onto the flight home without security being called.
I hope that all the people sitting near us on the flight will understand, or at least not be too bothered when my son inevitably melts down on the plane.
I hope my headache goes away.
I hope that my husband sees how much these boys adore him.
For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope. – Jeremiah 29:11
I hope that my sons friends and family see them for the wonderful men I know God is growing them to be.
I hope I can pull this off.
I am not discouraged. I am not undone. I can do this.
I hope.
Shawna Wingert is a former training and development professional turned education specialist, and has homeschooled her two children for the last ten years.Shawna has written four books about homeschooling unique learners and has been featured in homeschooling discussions on Today.com, The Mighty, Simple Homeschool, My Little Poppies and Raising Lifelong Leaners.
You can find her online here at DifferentByDesignLearning.com.
I love the way you write. Thank you for your honesty and transparency. Do you participate in Joni and Friends family retreats? I pray that you know about this incredible ministry for families affected by disability. My family has been blessed by going to family retreat for three years now. It is God-centered and a respite for you and your husband while your boys have the time of their lives at summer camp. All in the same place. No, I don’t work for them. I just love and appreciate the work they do and know you would too. Blessings to you mama.
What a hopeful post. Just beautiful and such a reminder of the graces in life we so often take for granted. Thanks for adding this post to DifferentDream.com’s Tuesday special needs link up!