Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Help from Unexpected Places

Having a child with special needs, whether physical or emotional, can be incredibly alienating. All too often since starting my blog I've heard from parents, mostly moms, who feel alone on this journey. They often have no one to talk to, no one to rely on for help and comfort, no one to laugh and cry with -- no one who understands. Friends drop away, family members judge, schools criticize, and marriages crumble. The stories are heartbreaking.

But every now and then someone comes along who reaches out to us, often unexpectedly, to tell us it's all going to be OK. Today's "reach out" moment is brought to you by Elizabeth Aquino, blogger at a moon, worn as if it had been a shell.

Just to warn you...I watched this video with tears streaming down my face.






Note: This video was shared with me by someone who has reached out her hand in friendship and support. Thank you, Kiki, for being my "help from unexpected places."

6 comments:

  1. Thank you so much for posting the video and for all your kind words. I look forward to reading your blog and learning more about you! All the best --

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    1. My pleasure, Elizabeth. Your video struck a chord and begged to be shared. I've watched it a number of times, and it makes me cry every time.

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  2. What a fabulous video I passed it along. Thank you for sharing it's what I needed today.
    -Apryl

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    1. I'm glad it helped, Apryl. Some days we all need to feel like someone understands. :-)

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  3. Thanks for posting this. I think so many of us can relate to all of those responses. I cried through the whole thing, but yet it was so encouraging. Peace to you, on this journey.

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    1. I can't watch it without crying. I think in part it's because I understand what every one of those parents is saying (except one, I'll admit it), but I'm also incredibly moved by the love you feel coming from those parents. It's humbling. Peace to you, too, Jana. (By the way, I had an imaginary dog named Jana when I was little.)

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