Some people tell me that I am brave. That they do not know how I do it. That they do not know if they could be so brave and so strong. This is something I always struggle with.
I do not consider myself extra brave or extra strong. I am just a SN mom and so I do what is necessary and what comes naturally when you have such a special duty in your life. I root for my son. I take care of his needs although sometimes it is exhausting. I always try to foster him as good as possible. I love him endlessly and unconditionally. I celebrate every milestone, every inchstone. I wish for the moon and the stars for his life. I ask for rainbows and cotton candy and fireworks as a celebration of his beautiful soul. I know he will never disappoint me.
Is this bravery? Or just a matter of course? To me, it is the latter. And somehow it makes me sad that anyone could think it is the first.