Mi hijo de seis años, Alessandro, está en el espectro del autismo y estoy realmente asombrado de su capacidad de recuperación durante este difícil año de pandemia.
Como madre no quisiera que mis hijo estén en una clase diferente o tener que ser parte de la reunión IEP una vez al año por cada uno de mis hijos. Pero reacciono y digo son mis hijos y en mis ojos son perfectos y como madre siempre haré lo posible de mi parte para que reciban la apropiada ayuda y educación que ellos merecen.
This past weekend, my family attended my two nieces’ joint Bat Mitzvah. I was nervous as heck leading up to it.
A guest blog by Katherine Cooksey.
“Katherine, the world is not going to accommodate you, so why should I? You are never going to be able to graduate from college or get a job if you require these special accommodations to learn.”
That was the moment I had to make a choice. I could once again listen to this person who did not know me or what I could do, and give up on my life’s goals.
Or, I could fight.
I chose to fight.
Sometimes the hardest parts are accepting who you are, accepting your situation, and accepting help. Don’t get me wrong, sometimes I still wonder “what if” (not as often though, as I know time is against us). But when my Mom smiles at me and her eyes light up, so does my heart.
I sat in the pediatric ICU waiting room. I’d just finished pumping. I called to check on my two-year-old daughter, and when I looked up from the phone my obstetrician was standing in front of me.
She asked after my health and that of my newborn son’s, and then put her hand on my shoulder and said, “You are so brave.”
I wanted to slap her.