I wonder sometimes. Why is it some children are born with disabilities? What is the purpose? Is there something we as the parents need to learn?
Years ago we had a neighbor a few doors down who had a daughter with Autism. She is the first friend who had a child with a disability. I used to marvel at how amazing my friend was with her child. I never once felt sorry for her. She never felt sorry for herself either, as far as I could tell. But I’m sure it was hard. I know she had many challenges and life was not easy for them. Rick and I told her we had no idea how she did it. We told her we could never parent a special needs child.
