This year, I would like to salute all the women who take special attention and care of my son, and all the other children with special needs. The therapists, the special education teachers, the counselors, the doctors, and the social workers that have contributed to the happiness of my son and my family.
They are mothers, too.
But not the mothers of my son.
As much as I enjoy being a stay at home mom and encourage other mothers of young children to do the same if they are financially able to do it, I have to say, I'm very much thankful for the ones that choose to balance work and family. There are jobs that are just naturally meant for women, and most of those jobs involve interactions with children, because we are more tender, softer, caring, loving... motherly.
I love Patrick's preschool teacher. She is such a great advocate for my son. I know she truly cares because she gets so excited at every one of his milestones; she is concerned when things aren't going so well, and she has been a great supporter that knows how to handle my sensibility and worry when we are in the middle of an IEP meeting.
One day we were having a conversation about trivial things, and she mentioned something her son did. There, I was reminded that she is a mother, too. That she has some of her own, yet she spends her mornings with my son and other little ones with special needs, helping them every step of the way. I'm so thankful she chose to balance work and family.
Patrick's private therapists at the therapy center are very young. I assumed they were either single or had recently married without children yet. One day, I noticed one of his speech therapists was pregnant. A few months later she said she was going to take 6 months off to be with her baby, but she would return to work part-time afterwards.
Another therapist had to move back to her hometown, as she and her husband were getting ready to start a family, and they figured that being close to her parents and siblings would make things easier for her to balance work and family. Her replacement, was a young woman who had been on "maternity leave" for the past year.
These three therapists are so bright, smart, fun and incredibly loving; they have contributed tremendously to Patrick's improvement, and I'm so thankful they all are choosing to continue bringing their expertise and caring personality to all the children like my son, who need just exactly that.
Often you hear this battle of stay-at-home mothers vs working mothers. Blog posts and articles supporting one and trashing the other one. I love being home with my little ones and I hope to continue doing this for a few more years. But I'm glad for all those moms who decide to help other moms like me, by rendering an exceptional service to our children and our families, even when that means they have to sacrifice a little time with their very own children.
Please don't even think we take any of your time for granted. You have impacted the lives of hundreds of special children, who today are able to say a word because of you, to take a step because of you, to socialize because of you, to manage tantrums because of you, to keep trying because of you.
Thank you for this and all you do.
Happy mothers day.
They are mothers, too.
But not the mothers of my son.
As much as I enjoy being a stay at home mom and encourage other mothers of young children to do the same if they are financially able to do it, I have to say, I'm very much thankful for the ones that choose to balance work and family. There are jobs that are just naturally meant for women, and most of those jobs involve interactions with children, because we are more tender, softer, caring, loving... motherly.
I love Patrick's preschool teacher. She is such a great advocate for my son. I know she truly cares because she gets so excited at every one of his milestones; she is concerned when things aren't going so well, and she has been a great supporter that knows how to handle my sensibility and worry when we are in the middle of an IEP meeting.
One day we were having a conversation about trivial things, and she mentioned something her son did. There, I was reminded that she is a mother, too. That she has some of her own, yet she spends her mornings with my son and other little ones with special needs, helping them every step of the way. I'm so thankful she chose to balance work and family.
Patrick's private therapists at the therapy center are very young. I assumed they were either single or had recently married without children yet. One day, I noticed one of his speech therapists was pregnant. A few months later she said she was going to take 6 months off to be with her baby, but she would return to work part-time afterwards.
Another therapist had to move back to her hometown, as she and her husband were getting ready to start a family, and they figured that being close to her parents and siblings would make things easier for her to balance work and family. Her replacement, was a young woman who had been on "maternity leave" for the past year.
These three therapists are so bright, smart, fun and incredibly loving; they have contributed tremendously to Patrick's improvement, and I'm so thankful they all are choosing to continue bringing their expertise and caring personality to all the children like my son, who need just exactly that.
Often you hear this battle of stay-at-home mothers vs working mothers. Blog posts and articles supporting one and trashing the other one. I love being home with my little ones and I hope to continue doing this for a few more years. But I'm glad for all those moms who decide to help other moms like me, by rendering an exceptional service to our children and our families, even when that means they have to sacrifice a little time with their very own children.
Please don't even think we take any of your time for granted. You have impacted the lives of hundreds of special children, who today are able to say a word because of you, to take a step because of you, to socialize because of you, to manage tantrums because of you, to keep trying because of you.
Thank you for this and all you do.
Happy mothers day.
