When I was in elementary school, I was selected to work with the special education department as a "peer mentor." I loved every minute I spent in that program. I decided that I would love it if Heavenly Father blessed me with disabled children. I felt so strongly that they deserved parents who would care for them, and I knew that I would love soaking up the spirit that these children have.
Fast-forward to today. Nate is having a playdate with a friend from the YMCA. He's eight, and has Asberger's Syndrome, so they have a pretty similar ability level. They are great buddies, and I love that Nate has not even noticed that this friend is a little different from other kids. Nate enjoys spending time with him, and it made me remember the time when I'd wished for disabled children.
But now I know there is no way I could handle it.
We were in the car for about ten minutes before I had the urge to make them both get out. On the highway. And it wasn't just this friend, it was both of them. Making up songs in the back seat, which involved one of them singing loudly, and the other "giving it a beat."
I think raising a disabled child would require a level of patience and discipline that I don't have.
Today, I thanked my Father in Heaven for my children. I thanked Him for their minds, their healthy bodies, their social nature. I am truly blessed.
Fast-forward to today. Nate is having a playdate with a friend from the YMCA. He's eight, and has Asberger's Syndrome, so they have a pretty similar ability level. They are great buddies, and I love that Nate has not even noticed that this friend is a little different from other kids. Nate enjoys spending time with him, and it made me remember the time when I'd wished for disabled children.
But now I know there is no way I could handle it.
We were in the car for about ten minutes before I had the urge to make them both get out. On the highway. And it wasn't just this friend, it was both of them. Making up songs in the back seat, which involved one of them singing loudly, and the other "giving it a beat."
I think raising a disabled child would require a level of patience and discipline that I don't have.
Today, I thanked my Father in Heaven for my children. I thanked Him for their minds, their healthy bodies, their social nature. I am truly blessed.
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