You’ve got troubles, well I’ve got them too. You are not alone, because you’ve got a friend in me . . .
Alone, heartbroken, and depressed. Relieved to have a diagnosis, because I thought something was wrong. Needing help and comfort. Looking for someone to blame. Shocked, confused, and fearful of what the future would hold for my child and family.
Someone told me that I was not alone, and life could still be “normal”. Knowing that nothing had really changed. This is still my child that I love, but now I have a label. Someone reminded me that I was the only mother my son had and I needed to focus on his needs. Support from other parents. Learning to take care of myself, so I could take care of her. Getting information. Connecting to Babies Can’t Wait. Accepting help from family and friends. Learning to celebrate my child and family.
How brave he is. Perseverance. Unconditional love. Even a child with an intellectual disability can be smart! Never underestimate our kids. They surprise us every day! Celebrate the small victories that others may take for granted. Think out of the box. Celebrate who she is and not who she isn’t. I couldn’t envision then what a gift he is – I can’t imagine my life without him.
You are not alone! Focus on the child and not the disability. Love your child. Everything does not have to be about therapy. Take care of yourself. Take one day at a time. Protect your marriage. Listen to your gut. Don’t believe in labels Don’t be afraid to ask for help! Aim high! This is not the end, but the beginning.
This video from California’s Desired Results Access Project is meant to benefit families who are, or will be, receiving early intervention services, as well as current and future early intervention practitioners. In Part 1, Karis and Mike Johnson share reflections about their daughter’s birth and early months in the NICU; in Part 2, Karis describes and illustrates the role of early intervention in their lives. Harper Hope: A Parent’s View of the Power of Early Intervention (runtime 15:03)
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