I am a wife, a sister, and a friend. I am a woman who at the ripe old age of 31 lost her mother and also became a mother. I’m passionate, kind-hearted, and very stubborn. I go with the flow and try to see the best in people. I believe all things happen for a reason (even the bad stuff, sigh) and that sometimes love just isn’t enough. I’m not perfect, and I don’t try to be. I tend to have a pretty bad potty mouth (except in front of kids—gotta keep it clean), and I have no intention of changing that.
Who am I really, though? Why was I put here? I’ll tell you: I’m the mother of a “special needs’” child. I’m a mom who is operating under the label “special.” I am, in every way humanly possible, especially proud to be her mom. She is the reason I left my promising career and the reason you are sitting here reading this. I am an advocate and a caregiver. I am scared, and sometimes I cry in the shower.