All children are a blessing. I don’t believe there’s an exception to that statement, which means kids with disabilities are as much of a blessing as if they didn’t have a disability. One is not better than the other. Different? Yes. More challenging? Sometimes. But a blessing just the same.
My youngest daughter has Down syndrome and when she was born — like other parents like me — rather than hearing, “Congratulations on the birth of your child!” We heard more people say, “I’m sorry.” It started with the doctor who delivered the diagnosis. As if my child would be a burden.
So let’s make something really clear: regardless of disability, being a parent is hard, hard, hard. The type of hard that makes you put another human being before yourself. The type of hard that shows you that sometimes sacrifice means feeling exhausted most of the time. The type of hard that on bad days makes you want to cry, and you fantasize about the dream-job you never really pursued. The type of hard that on good days makes you want to pat yourself on the back because you made it, and you wouldn’t trade this life for anything in the world. That’s parenting. We grown and we love in ways we never knew before.
The reality is, one of the hardest parts about parenting kids with disabilities is the lack of support and the negative disability attitudes we encounter. It’s not our kids and not their disability. Sure, it can be overwhelming to juggle the therapy appointments, medical emergencies, insurance policies, lack of respite, etc. But none of that makes our children less of a blessing.
Children with disabilities are a blessing, therefore there are a few things I like to keep in mind.
Raising a child is an honor and a privilege not everyone gets to experience. Disability just adds to the uniqueness of each child.
Children with disabilities have limitations, but lamenting the delays does not help anyone. I don’t want my kids to feel they’re not good enough.
How we speak and what we say not only affects our kids, but it also creates a narrative in our minds that affects our perceptions. I want my narrative to be one of a blessing.
We are role models to those around us. If what we say about our children with disabilities is always laced with suffering and hardships, other people will suppose our lives are indeed really hard. It’s OK to share the hard — as we established, parenting is hard — but that cannot be all we share.
In some way, it’s as if we become the eyes from which other people see our children. We share the blessings because they are a blessing, and in turn this allows other people to see the blessing through our eyes.
Every parent is going to mess up at some point. Don’t be afraid to approach your kids and ask for their forgiveness. Be a blessing to your kids too.
I’m all for sharing stories that will encourage other parents, but not if those stories come at the expense of our children’s dignity and respect. Some stories are private, some struggles are best shared in confidence and not through social media. Our kids are a blessing, so we must protect them and treat them as a blessing on any public forums.
This life we live with disability is not a lesser life. It’s a life of blessing, because all children are a blessing.
I believe God matched each one of us with each one of our kids. We fit perfectly together with each other, and this is how we find blessing in abundance.
I’m the luckiest mom I get to call my kids my own.