I know it took a lot of courage to call me and talk to me
about your son. I’ll be honest, I’ve been wanting to call you or to catch you
in the schoolyard. I’ve wanted to reach out to you since our boys were in
kindergarten together. When we went on a field trip to the horse ranch and your
son faced challenges, I wanted to reach out to you then. But I didn’t know how.
I didn’t know where you were in the journey, so I didn’t know if what I would
have said would have felt supportive or if my words would have cut like a
knife.
I should have thought back to when my oldest son was in
kindergarten and how I felt so much like an outsider. He had epic meltdowns at
school events and the one and only birthday party he got invited to. Parents
actually moved away from us, recoiling in horror as I led my boy out of the
party room. I felt absolute shame as a parent and gut-wrenching sorrow for my
son. So misunderstood. I should have remembered how much it meant to me when
one or two parents reached out, however tentatively and awkwardly, trying to
provide understanding and support.
To read more on this story, click here: To the Mom Who Wasn’t Sure if Her Son With Special Needs Should Attend Our Party
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