I grew up in a small family. I have one sister and a few cousins that were much older than me. I wasn’t around babies until I started babysitting. I did that only long enough to get my first real, tax-paying job at the tender age of 15.
I always knew I would be a mother. I am by nature a nurturer. I love to take care of others.
So, becoming a mother was an exciting, but at the same time, a scary thing. I knew it would be hard, that part didn’t surprise me. What threw me for a loop was just how hard having a child with special needs would be. There was another problem. . . I didn’t know I had a child with special needs.
*This was published first on The Relationship Blogger where I am a Syndicated Columnist.