This is direct from a blog I saw today. I wish I could write words this beautiful. Many of what she has written could have been by me. I did not ever wish that Owen would die. Not while I was pregnant, and not after he was born. I did not even wonder why me. I didn't question God's decision, though I can't say I buy that line of God only gives special children to special people (I don't think we are any more special than anyone else, but Owen, he sure is special, and I don't know how we got so lucky as to get him).
But, I was scared. So scared. What did this mean for me, for Jason, for our family and for Owen? Life still gets hard. Really hard at times. But just as often it is hard in reference to Jason as it is in reference to Owen. Children can be hard to raise. There are often difficult decisions to be made. As a parent you want what is best for your child. And just because a child does not have a "disability" doesn't mean that there won't be anything "wrong".
Check out the Stumbo Family Story here with her very well written piece. This is so important now, we all need to be aware! Thanks!
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