Yesterday I overheard Bryn and Brock talking. Elise was in her room trying to go to sleep but it wasn't a good night for her. She was crying and hitting herself repeatedly. Bryn told Brock, "I feel bad for Elise, don't you? I wish she didn't have what she has."
Last week Brock stated, "Mom, I wish Elise could talk to me." I asked him if he thought of that often and he slowly nodded his head up and down. I asked him what he would like her to say to him. He said, "I want her to tell me that she wants to play with me."
My heart stung with each comment. We are adapting and doing well with our new "normal" but these moments catch me off guard and remind me my kids still hurt at times as well.
The last couple of years, Easter has become a much more sacred day for our family. It's a little more personal now. It's a reminder of hope and peace.
I LOVE being a mom to my 5 kids; one with special needs. There is no greater joy than being a parent! I love each one individually but this blog will mostly focus on our daughter with special needs and our journey with her. Thanks for reading!