Life

My Heart Gets Broken Every Single Day

My kids break my heart almost daily.  They can’t help it.  They have disabilities.  I love them – in fact, I adore them.  But disabilities or abilities aside – my heart gets broken every day.  It is actually the world around them that breaks my heart – the world’s inability to understand differences.

When my daughter has a panic attack at school and loses her friends
The World Doesn’t Understand


When my son has a temper tantrum in a grocery store
The World Doesn’t Understand

When my daughter starts crying for no reason visible to anyone else
The World Doesn’t Understand

When my son repeats the same sentence 100X in a row and people stare at him
The World Doesn’t Understand

When my daughter starts screaming like she is in pain 
because the world is just too noisy
The World Doesn’t Understand

When my son can’t even write his name because 
he is overwhelmed with all the print on a page
The World Doesn’t Understand

When a child looks at my daughter and she believes 
it is because he/she hates her
The World Doesn’t Understand

When a child bumps into my son and 
he runs away thinking someone was hurting him
The World Doesn’t Understand

When my daughter goes outside to play, knows I am upstairs 
but can’t come get me because she is panicked
The World Doesn’t Understand

When my son has an “accident” in a public place at 13 years old
The World Doesn’t Understand

When my daughter can’t bear the thought of being away from me for 5 seconds or she becomes despondent
The World Doesn’t Understand
When my son can’t go to a classmates birthday party 
because it is too much excitement for him
The World Doesn’t Understand
When my daughter can’t have a birthday party 
because it is too much excitement for her
The World Doesn’t Understand

When my son needs to do a “reading” in church but he can’t read it
The World Doesn’t Understand

When my daughter falls asleep in class 
because her meds cause her to be exhausted
The World Doesn’t Understand


See?!  My heart gets broken every day and multiple times a day.  Sometimes even all day long.  But it gets patched right back up when I can fix our little corner of the world for them.  When they can navigate their way through at least one safe space in the world.  I don’t know how to fix everything for them but Lord knows I try.  They do have great support systems but ultimately things happen.  Not everyone understands so readily.  They are not bratty kids; they are not spoiled any more than most kids; they are not allowed to run wild – but they do have special needs and don’t wear a sign telling the world that they do.  So, my heart gets broken again…

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