Then, about 230, my son’s school called. He fell on the playground and hurt his arm and wanted me to come get him. He usually rides the bus. I brought him home because he was able to open and close his fist and lift his arm. When my husband removed E’s sweatshirt, we could see his left elbow was badly swollen. So, Hubs took him to the ER while I stayed home with our daughter.
In the end, he has a fracture and may require surgery. I will call the orthopedic surgeon tomorrow to make an appt for him to check it out and make the final surgery decision.
Poor baby. He stepped on a nail a couple of weeks ago and now this. Hardly a dull moment around here!
When you are the mother of a special needs child, people tend to advise and question every decision you make about said child. The same is true for home school moms.
So, imagine my life as I home school a special needs child. My reasons are many and multi-layered.
Most people mean well (and some are just bossy know-it-alls), but sometimes we need less criticism that is dressed up as advice and more encouragement and emotional support. Most of all, we need your prayers and kind words.
Parenting is a monumental task by itself, and not to be taken lightly. Having a daughter that will likely never be independent and watching her miss out on the usual girly stuff and friendships can be heartbreaking. No sleepovers. No boyfriends. No driver’s license. All of that makes me sad. The worse part though, is watching her struggle with the simplest of things.
Having said all that, I know God is still on His throne. He has a purpose for her and is even now using these struggles for all of our good, even if we can’t see it yet.
He will feed His flock like a shepherd; He will gather the lambs with His arm, And carry them in His bosom, And gently lead those who are with young. Isaiah 40:11