While cruising through Facebook this week, I stumbled upon an article titled 15 Superpowers Special Needs Moms Have. Ive seen memes and status updates all about my superhero standing but this articlewritten by a blogger I read often got me exited to learn more about my powers, so I started reading. Among the strengths listed were patience, flexibility, extreme energy, and the uncanny ability to soothe my rowdy child.
Honestly, Ive always known I was better than everybody, but it felt so good to see it in print. Boy, did it ever.
Because God knows that parents of typical children have it easy, am I right ladies? Theyre reclined on their couches, sipping champagne out of crystal flutes, and sucking down baskets of bon bons, all while their compliant little broods pace the floor reciting Emily Post like scripture verse. They never have to exercise patience. Or flexibility. Or soothe their child when…
Hold on a second. Dont all moms do this stuff? And, more importantly, dont all moms not do this stuff sometimes?
Are special needs moms really that special?
Man oh man, was that awkward. Should I tell her the truth? That my husband is the patient one and that I am the yeller in our house? Should I tell her that I recently lost it with Simeon during a late night fuss-fest and I actually growled into the air like a caged beast and slammed the door on my way out of his room? Or that I sometimes (just maybe) use a word that starts with f and rhymes with luck when were running late? And, Lord have mercy, materialistic? Heck yes I am. Should I hope my reader never sees THIS post or THIS one?
Or should I just say it loud and clear: Enough is enough. We have got to stop the supermom nonsense. We have got to stop saying that special needs moms care more, love more, feel more than other mothers. It simply isnt true.
We are you, in factor who you would be if. If your child was faced with a tough situation. If you received scary news. If you feared your child wouldnt be accepted.
For a long time, families like ours have fought for acceptance, not just for our kids but for us mothers, too. Yet somewhere along the line we are equal became we are better. We toil more, we mother more, we are superhuman. Its a mythand it sends a dangerous message. Dangerous because it tells the world that only a special kind of person can raise a son or daughter who is different. Dangerous because it increases our loneliness when we remove ourselves from the world of everyday motherhooda world we still live in, even if it sometimes seems far away.
Sure, us special needs moms might grieve more. Oftentimes we are stretched thinner. Yes, we carry a unique pain that others do not. But do we love more? Do we have greater perseverance, patience, or fortitude? Not hardly. Certainly not everyday.
Im not my sons special needs mom. Im just his plain old ordinary/flawed mom.
Im hanging up my cape, yall. It doesnt suit me one bit.