The grief we live with as parents of kids with special needs is real and pervasive. It makes us grateful for what others take for granted.

The grief we live with as parents of kids with special needs is real and pervasive.  This week, it showed up in two different places at two unexpected times.

Grief’s first appearance came as I sat enthralled by our granddaughter who was sleeping in my arms. She’s 2 1/2 weeks old, I thought to myself while gazing at her peaceful face and perfect, unmarked skin. She’s the same age our son was when he was released from NICU. With that, grief for his surgical scars and the pain he bore during his early weeks washed over me. I grieved for the 17 days he spent in the hospital instead of in our home as a newborn. My grief felt as fresh and real as it had been after he was born in 1982.

Soon though, the all too familiar sense of loss passed. What remained was gratitude for the child in my arms and the blessing of being part of her early days. A few days later I was grateful again when the grief we live with as parents of kids with special needs appeared in a different place and another unexpected time.

This appearance occurred while I completed one of the final parent interviews for the book I am co-authoring with Dr. Gary Chapman. Each interview ends with the same question: Is there anything else you’d like to mention? I presented that question to the mother of an almost 3-year-old, adorable red-headed boy who has cognitive and speech delays. Here’s what she said:

If necessary, go through counseling to talk about hard things. Have a safe space and a safe person who can help you see more clearly. I’ve done some mental health counseling. There is an element of grief that your life and your child aren’t what you expected. Give yourself space to grieve. Being honest about your grief lets you see what kids with disabilities really need instead of dwelling on all the broken things. So give yourself permission to grieve.

This wise, young mother and I sat in her living room. “Even thought its not something we asked for, our son may live with us the rest of our lives. It’s worth every minute,” she said and smiled at her adorable, red-headed son and said, “You’re worth every minute.”

We looked at one another, connected by the grief we live with as parents of kids with special needs, the grief that binds us together and makes us grateful for the blessings and relationships we never take for granted.

I thought of my son and the 36 years of mingled joy and grief we have known with him. Worth every minute, I offer back in silent prayer. I am so grateful for your life, my son.

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