Found this poem on Pinterest and wanted to share it with you:
You may think us “special moms” have it pretty rough.
We have no choice. We just manage life when things get really tough.
We’ve made it through the days we thought we’d never make it through.
We’ve even impressed our own selves with all that we can do.
We’ve gained patience beyond measure, love we never dreamed of giving.
We worry about the future but know this “special” life is worth living.
We have bad days and hurt sometimes, but we hold our heads up high.
We feel joy and pride and thankfulness more often than we cry.
For our kids, we aren’t just supermoms. No, we do so much more
We are cheerleaders, nurses, and therapists who don’t walk out the door
We handle rude remarks and unkind stares with dignity and grace.
Even though the pain they bring cannot be erased.
Therapies and treatment routes are a lot for us to digest
We don’t know what the future holds but give our kids our best.
None of us can be replaced, so we don’t get many breaks.
It wears us out, but to help our kids, we’ll do whatever it takes.
We are selfless, not by choice, you see. Our kids just have more needs.
We’re not out to change the world, but want to plant some seeds,
We want our kids accepted. That really is our aim.
When we look at them we see just kids. e hope you’ll do the same.
April Vernon
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