"Tiffany asked me to guest post for her...the topic: anything I wanted.
How's that for freedom?! :)
I drafted posts in my head, mulled them over, and the one I kept coming back to was the idea of how having a child with different needs is so much more than the physical therapy appointments, the doctor visits, the special exercises, the daily medicines...in fact, most times, when I think of my sweet JillyBean, those are the LAST things that come to mind.
The thought that comes to mind first and foremost is always how stinking lucky I am.
Don't get me wrong...I am no super mom. Nor am I a Pollyanna who sees everything through rose colored glasses.
We have bad days. I get overwhelmed. And sometimes, if I'm honest, I get a little jealous. Wondering what it would be like to not have all the extras that come along with my little blonde fairy.
But more than the bad days...I find myself thanking God from the highest mountaintops for delivering to me my sweet Jilly.
Yes, I am lucky because it could be worse.
Yes, I am lucky because she is progressing well.
Yes, I am lucky because there are others worse off.
But that's not why I consider myself lucky.
I consider myself lucky because Jill saved me from myself.
Jill has taught me to see the world in an utterly and completely different way.
I love more.
I am more compassionate.
I am a better friend.
My heart has been broken into a million pieces...
a painful process to be sure......
almost unbearable somedays...
but when it was put back together...
it was made into a fuller version of its former self.
I still have a long way to go. I will always be a work in progress.
I don't know that God will ever be done with me.
But as only other parents of special needs children truly understand:
We are the lucky ones."