I’m standing on the street corner with my two boys when a voice calls out from a car window;
“What kind of mother are you? Get some shoes on that kid, sheesh! Have you no love or care?”
Yes, it is cold out and yes my older boy doesn’t have shoes on. It takes about 45 minutes of therapy for him to wear socks….and then shoes. There was this helicopter you see…..but there is no time to explain, he just calls out his disdain and speeds away.
….he knows nothing of the countless hours of pouring out my very self as mother to 3 children, one of which has sensory processing disorder. What kind of mother am I?….
in celebration of National Family Caregivers Month, i’m sharing a bit of my story over at Anita’s caregiver connections blog Blessed (but stressed). Join me over there as i discuss the loneliness and pain of being misunderstood.
Leave a Reply