The one where I blush and babble

So my last post, where I was momentarily gifted in writing about my thoughts on the word “retarded”, has at this point in time gotten almost 5,000 hits.  Friends are passing it all around Facebook, their friends are passing it around, and so on, and so forth.

I honestly didn’t expect such a response.  I am sincerely amazed at how much attention this has gotten, and touched at all the lovely compliments have been thrown my way because of it.  I would like to thank every person who has taken the time to read this.  Especially those who have expressed a change of heart when it comes to how they use the word.

Let me tell you – I never thought I’d ever become an advocate of anything.  I had some causes I supported, like everyone does.  But never did I think I’d become the person who advocates.  I’m not a confrontational person at heart.  I’d rather sit in the back of the crowd and send in my support.

Becoming Maura’s mom changed me in so many ways – all of it good.  The infamous “They” say that being the parent of a special needs child would be so very rewarding, enriching, and all that stuff I passed off as drivel a lifetime and a half ago.  It all seemed so cheesy.  And I’m not a big fan of cheese.

But I have to admit – they were all right.  It has been life changing.  All in good ways.  I’ve learned to be more confident in my instincts, and standing up for myself and my children.  I’ve learned more about parenting than I ever thought possible.  I’ve learned that there are more good people than bad in the world.  I’ve learned there are still some ignorant, cruel people – but those are few and far between.  I’ve learned to stand up for what I believe in, express my thoughts, and live in the moment.  I learned how to be a special needs advocate – even if at times, it’s just advocacy through a simple blog post.

Yes, my little girl who will never ever go to college managed to teach me – and many others – so very much.

 

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