Having a disabled child is like being suddenly thrust into a club you didn’t ask to join. You’re shipped off to war even though you never enlisted. But you have to put on your armor anyway, and know that if you’re lucky, you’ll discover new sides of yourself. Like a will you never knew you had. And you’ll get to see new sides of the people who matter the most to you in the world, as they wrap you in their love and lend you their strength when yours is running low. And then you go off and you fight. You fight like hell. Because, really, what other choice do you have?
Aubree is actually awake in this picture, ill, sleep deprived, content just to be held. Lanky limbs folded in my lap as she nestles into my heart. Her little face. You are worth every moment of this fatigue 💟