I share my family’s journey navigating special needs, but it doesn’t make me an authority on everything. You might know a parent with a child who has Down syndrome or a father with a son on the autism spectrum, but that doesn’t mean they fully grasp the unique experiences of raising a tube-fed child or one who relies on a wheelchair. We don’t expect someone battling cancer to understand the realities of living with schizophrenia, just as we shouldn’t assume that a parent with a child who has a disability knows the ins and outs of all special needs.
It’s important to remember that most of us are not medical professionals, therapists, or special educators. I certainly didn’t aspire to be any of those things. Growing up, I had little contact with disabilities and didn’t even think about the possibility of having a child with special needs. My family was relatively healthy, and I was simply a mom welcoming another baby, a girl who would be our last, and we had dreams of traveling together once she left for college.
Of course, those dreams have shifted dramatically. I was that mom who had babies who seemed to excel—crawling, walking, and talking ahead of schedule. I had no frame of reference for what “normal” development looked like, so my daughter Lily’s delayed milestones were dismissed as just her being a late bloomer.
I became a mom who had to dive into the realities of blood tests, geneticists, and various therapies. I found myself plunged into the world of special needs without a handbook, except for that infamous “Welcome to Holland” essay, which frankly just frustrated me. I spent countless nights searching online for answers about my child’s challenges, preparing lists for doctors, and grappling with the fear of both getting an answer and not getting one.
I also had to navigate the complexities of special education, learning as I went along while balancing my responsibilities to my other children, who also needed my attention and support.
While I’m an expert on my daughter Lily and the specific challenges we face, I still don’t fully understand what it means to raise a child with severe autism or significant mobility issues. Despite gaining knowledge about various aspects of special needs through my experiences, I’m not a teacher or a nurse, nor do I wish to be.
What I do know is that being Lily’s mom has connected me with a broader community of parents who share similar journeys. We all face our unique challenges while managing the ordinary tasks of parenthood—unloading the dishwasher, planning Halloween costumes, and arguing over clothing choices.
Many of these parents express sentiments like, “I can’t imagine what it would be like not to have a diagnosis.” We find camaraderie in discussing everything from our children’s behaviors to the best jeans that aren’t “mom jeans.” We are still just parents, juggling the everyday alongside the extraordinary.
I may be knowledgeable about my own child, but I don’t claim to be an expert on all special needs. Ultimately, I’m just a mom, and anyone can learn more about these issues through listening and engaging with others.
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Summary:
In the journey of parenting a child with special needs, it’s crucial to remember that each experience is unique, and no one can fully understand another’s challenges. While I’ve gained knowledge about my daughter Lily’s needs, I am still just a mom navigating daily life alongside other parents. We share common struggles and triumphs, reinforcing that parenthood is a universal experience, regardless of the circumstances.