A Look Inside
(adapted from the poem "Special Needs Moms" by April Vernon)
You may think us "special parents" 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 ourselves 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 the "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 super-parents. 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 we give our kids the 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 going 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 just see kids. We hope you'll do the same.