I’ve been following Mimi for 1 1/2 years now, and this post really got to me. I feel her feelings and commiserate. Hearing about children being harmed or dying, is too emotional for most people. Mimi’s description of her feelings regarding the topic is spot on. Thanks, Mimi, for this post.
In loving memory of children-whatever age they are
Ever since I gave birth nearly seven years ago my appetite for the local news diminished. It may seem like a weird association but let me explain. Before seven years ago, I could not get enough of the news. Any news channel. I loved CNN, MSNBC, local news channels. Watching live news coverage helped me feel connected to an outside world. I felt in the know and in the now.
Then I gave birth to this little boy who came onto the world with his eyes wide open and filled with curiosity. His first few seconds in this world I watched his eyes taking in everything. I had never seen anything like it. The image is still seared into my brain. I can run it over and over and never tire of it. He is almost seven now and I still watch…
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The following reblogged post is a beautiful commentary on what love is all about – love between mother and daughter who both suffer from different, daunting, problems. And yet, they find a common and loving ground on which to meet and share beautiful, rewarding moments.
My daughter has an Autism Spectrum Disorder, along with depression and OCD. We did not learn until she was 21 about the Autism. (Thank you Reader’s Digest for the article that spelled it out for me.) By then, after being unsuccessfully treated for over ten years for anxiety and depression, she felt hopeless. As she stated to me, “None of the meds I have tried ever worked. Nothing changes and I will never be normal.”
Well she was right. She will never be “normal” (whatever that is), but she will always be herself! And that is perfect to me. I wish she could understand how much I love her and love herself just as much.
We work together with a therapist on life skills, and I believe I see glimpses of forward movement – or what the therapist and I see as such. To my daughter, it takes a lot of energy and…
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Tagged autism, depression, hope, M.E., mother's love, parenting, therapist