I became a mother in the summer of 1998 when I adopted a sibling group of 3 children with special needs. I approached motherhood feeling pretty worldly and knowledgeable; confident and capable. By then, I had accomplished a couple of degrees, mastered a second language, and had 5 years as a Special Education Teacher under my belt. I was a quick study and I felt ready to handle pretty much anything.
Little did I know that it was all going to hang on those 3 casually tossed off, nondescript words – “pretty much anything”. I really had no idea what I was walking into, or how parenthood would alter the whole of my universe – how my values would shift, how relationships with friends and family would radically change, and how my philosophical ponderings and convictions about life and each of our roles in the world, country, state, city, and neighborhood would suddenly become foreign territory to me. Although I knew it would be challenging, I was not prepared to be brought to my knees on the floor and shaken to my core – especially not on a regular basis.
But life, as it turns out, is like that.And not that that is always a bad thing. It’s just that, sometimes, it’s hard to tell good from bad.
Most everyone has their own unique tale of parenthood. This is mine.For what it’s worth, I hope it serves to amuse, instruct, enlighten, warn, and encourage others on their own journeys. There were (and still are) many moments, weeks, and months when I have longed for the companionship of others. To that end, I hope I can be that for others – company along the way.