For many mothers, a dream ignites at the first moment of acknowledgment that a tiny little human being is growing inside the womb. After nine months of nurturing, the dream of holding a precious baby in your arms, healthy, happy, and secure, is about to come true! The excitement is unbearable. The anticipation is fierce. In the background of the dream, a voice proclaims:
You have a healthy baby boy!
Or girl.
After all, that is “all that matters.”
But somewhere along the way, disbelief in that foundational truth struck your life and tore your soul to the very core of your being. Your dream of a healthy boy or girl…shattered to pieces.
Your child is not healthy.
Your child has “special needs.”
And the news was delivered. To you.
Like a friend of mine, perhaps it was an odd hesitation in the ultrasound room. Another dear friend encountered her initial understanding at the very birth of her son. Then there is me, who researched and read until one dark night, while all the world slept, the diagnosis and symptoms connected. And I cried myself to sleep with the knowledge that my beautiful girl had a shortened life expectancy. Without hope of treatment or cure in sight.
The difficulty of letting go of the dream of health and well-being is beyond comprehension. However, once the devastating news has been delivered and received, then the process of acceptance begins to take place.
A new dream is birthed.
The new dream bears no similarities to the old one, but somehow, that’s ok. The new dream has therapy appointments, doctor visits, and medication scripted in. It has taken a different shape; one all its own. The light this dream sheds is virtually blinding at times. The truths revealed through its power filter out doubt like never imagined.
Each milestone is sweeter…each step is brighter…each smile is wider than the dream.
Gratitude for the gift of life itself exceeds the mere factor of perfect health and drowns out the belief that being healthy is all that really matters.
The reality that we become mothers for more than what we can teach our children sinks in, day by day.
Because parenting is not only about what we teach our children…
Parenting is often about what our children teach us.
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