I think I can...

I am a special needs mom. That isn't the road that I had envisioned myself traveling down. I don't really know what I thought I would be...but not this. I spend at least 2 hours each day at a pediatric therapy office. We have a total of 14 hours of therapy a week. Skeeter gets 5 hours a week and Scrappy gets 9 hours a week. That sure feels like a lot. By the way..we have 4 very awesome therapists!!

I often feel like the little engine that could. I stare up the mountain each day and have to remind myself that because of who God is...I can.

I can... spend 14 hours a week going to therapy.

I can...be patient while Scrappy stutters for what seems like and eternity to get the word "I " out.

I can...give mercy to the 21 month old who can not say anything that sounds like a real word and let him take me for the 100th time to the other room to show me what he wants.

I can... watch Signing Time -AGAIN and again and again.

I can... show mercy to the 3 year old who is emotionally overloaded and is having a melt down in the middle of some public place and I have people staring like I am a terrible mom and should just "wear his backside out."

I can...fight with the insurance company who things 2o visits a year for all 3 therapies is sufficient.

I can...be graceful when the teachers roll their eyes as me as if I am making all this up.

I can ...explain for the millionth time why we have a bath mat with us.

I can... explain why we have a "talker".

I can...empathize with that mom in the store who's kid is having a melt down and it really is out of the kids ability to stop it.

I can...smile and nod when I am told that my family must have some kind of "curse" on it.

I can...carry around a fishing vest with weighted bean bags to help calm if needed.

I can...spend the extra time at bedtime to do a deep pressure rub down so Scrappy can relax and go to sleep.

I can...smile and nod when I am told about someones kid who didn't talk till they were 4 or 5 or 6...

I can...be a tree!

I can...rejoice that after 9 months of speech..Scrappy can not only make but can use the /g/ sound at the beginning of a word!

I can... wait to hear Scrappy say his name instead of "Wae".

I can... wait to hear Skeeter say "momma".

I can...dream of the awesome future that God has created my kids for!

I can...know that my boys were created in the image of God, too.

I can...know that even that no one else sees that I am at the end of my rope...God knows and is hanging on to me to keep me from falling.

I think I can.... I think I can.... I think I can!