Being the Mom, and Fears

One of the things I’ve noticed about being a mom of a special needs kid is that people think you did something to cause your kid to be that way – or that you DIDN’T do something, and that caused your kid to be that way. Either way, it’s the mom’s fault. I do my best not to listen to those types of people, because most research shows that special needs aren’t caused by something the parent has done… but occasionally, it still gets to me.

So I ask myself: is it because I work outside the home? Does he not speak because we had to have his tongue clipped at two-weeks old? Is it because I’m not a very talkative person at home myself? Did I do something wrong during pregnancy? Could I have prevented this from happening if I were a better mom?

And so it goes. There is always that negative little voice in the back of my mind saying those things. Tim says he gets the same little voice, but I truly don’t think he gets the societal pressure I feel when we’re out and about.

If you met my son, you would soon want to hug him and squeeze him and call him George. If he liked you, he might even let you do all that, although the George thing might confuse him. He is the most loving child I’ve ever seen (and we have extra-cute nieces and nephews, so we have seen them in action as well). He tries very hard to get us to understand what he can’t say, and is quite inventive in figuring out how to communicate without words or signs. He’s beautiful and funny and caring and impish and mischievous and brilliant and loving.

I just wish everything wasn’t so hard for him.