C'mon..... y'all know these don't often go together as much as we want them to.
Kinda like nuts and gum. We parents of the "specials" know only too well the hurts our kids feel when they are left out of the social gatherings relative to childhood.
Organized sports, play dates, sleep overs and yes- the dreaded birthday parties.
I can say whole-heartedly that my son has not attended a single one. We have received countless invitations in the few years Timothy has attended school; of kids who mercilessly invite the entire class~ and for that I'm grateful (don't get me wrong). Really cool sounding parties too.
I wonder if the parents know what would happen if I brought Timothy? The interruptions....the meltdowns.....how I would hate to take the spotlight from the birthday child.
So we politely decline. Every. Single. One.
Until this one arrived..........
I don't know this Mom or even this child personally. I want to. Desperately.
This Mom wrote exactly what I needed to see that day and didn't even know it.
This Mom gives me hope for Timothy's future when sometimes I get stuck in the darkness of his diagnosis.
This Mom is everything I strive to be.
This Mom rocks.
This ------>(ME) Mom will be RSVPing a HELL YES for the first time ever. And I can't wait.
Bam! Catalina Wine Mixer!