Mother Stuff

I remember the first time I dragged myself to a “support group meeting.”

I was a new special needs mom, and the whole night, I could not take my eyes off the other mothers.

 

Their hair was combed.

They seemed sane.

They were organized.

They were knowledgeable.

They were strong.

They were beautiful.

They could cry.

They could laugh.

They were still standing.

 

I remember thinking, “Oh.”

 Maybe…  just maybe… I can do this.

And that was a dose of hope and courage and purpose I greatly needed.

 

So thankful I get to experience this fierce, protective, undying, unconditional, heart-soaring, heart-wrenching, give-your-life-for, crazy mother love.

We know, there is nothing like it. 

And to think that God, who is Love, created this kind of love. (1 John 4:7-12)

And to think that He loves my girls even more than I do (Luke 11:13). Boggles the mind.

 

As I sit in the waiting area of Futures Behavior Therapy Center, I meet all kinds of mothers. Younger, older, tired, brave, moms of multiples, mom beating breast cancer, mom with a mission. Our children so different and so alike; they span the spectrum. Experience links us.

I am particularly honored to be a part of this club.

 

Autism File Magazine