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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

 

 

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  1. Sarah Bush says:

    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.

  2. 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!

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