It's complicated. We've been struggling for years with various people to figure it all out. Like the pieces of a giant puzzle, nothing really made sense, but as things are coming together... yea, anyway. I don't want to tell you all what it is, because there are still $10,000 worth of tests waiting to be run. Right now though, I think I'm officially allowed to say the following:
I'm g., I'm the mother of a special needs child.
There are lots of women who wear that badge with HONOR and PRIDE. I'm just not ready to be do that yet.
I felt some stirrings of peace in my soul though, as I remembered something last week. Something SO obvious and yet so abstract. Despite the fact that my C is 1 step away from being labeled with a crappy label that will likely change the outcome of her educational life,
she is still the same child, label or not.
And that is what I remembered.
The label doesn't change who she is today, who she was yesterday, or who she will be tomorrow.
She is C, the daughter of a mother of a special needs child.