I Am The Parent Of A Child Who Is An Over-Comer
On tap for this week is physical therapists… Ohh joy!
I have to admit, I’m not looking forward to our visit tomorrow. Mostly because I don’t know what to expect and I’m one of “those” people, who is uncomfortable not being in control of my environment. Yes, I’m a control freak!
(God must be working on that with me, yeah, that must be it!)
We have our parental interview with Early Childhood Intervention and a physical therapists is coming to give John-Michael a work out or something. And can I ask; why “intervention”?
It just sounds so intrusive and negative; in fact, one of the synonyms for intervention is intrusion! I guess I’ve seen too many episodes of Intervention or something, because I already feel like I’m being put under a microscope and they haven’t even arrived yet. Maybe they should change the name to Early Childhood Support or something similar. Anyway, enough ranting; I understand why they say intervention but come on!
Plus, I received my pre-acceptance letter from Texas Children’s Hospital for their childhood development program; which translated, means I have to fill out even more paperwork. Can’t they all get together and create universal paperwork? Just a thought.
In reality we appreciate having access to all of these programs and I’m just trying to point out how overwhelming this can all be; but with a couple of dozen deep breaths and taking it one step at a time, it’s manageable. It also helps to have “friends with kids who are over-comers” who can be there when you need a little push, or someone to empty your fears out with. Never underestimate the power of sharing your feelings with someone who truly understands, It honestly is empowering.
In my view, John-Michael and all the kids like him who’ve been labeled with a diagnosis are true over-comers. They often overlook the harshness of the world they live in, but they love their lives and the people in them. Most of them don’t see their “limitations” which are often nothing more than our own projection of what we think is normal; they take what they have and they make it all work.
When I look into John-Michael’s eyes, I can’t find a “Special Needs” little boy, I see a boy who has the same need as every other boy and girl, to know, without question, that someone in the world loves them. I love my son. It’s just that simple. I love him exactly the same as all my other children (I might add that John-Michael is our 5th).
My intentions are to love him every day of my life, and to NEVER put limitations on him by labeling him as special needs, disabled or challenged. We all have special needs, coupled with shortcomings; and we certainly all have challenges and John-Michael is no different. He was born with an extra chromosome 21, but he has 10 fingers and 10 toes, beautiful eyes and a bright smile. What more could I ask for at this point.
As parents of children of over-comers it’s up to us to shape our children’s minds by encouraging them to become everything God created them to be; because I don’t believe God makes mistakes, only we do if we choose not to tell them something different than what the world is certain to tell them about who they’re supposed to be.
Later this week, I have video of our first day taking care of John-Michael without mommy, because she’s back to work!
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God Bless you all and thanks for taking the time to walk with us down John-Michael’s Journey.