Well, I was going to link up with Charity's Mother's Pride carnival, but it appears that my procrastinating ass is too late. Regardless, I'm going to write this post because I think I need to.
Charity, recognizing that mothers often don't give themselves enough credit, wants mom to write a post about the mothering thing they're awesome at. Here's mine.
I am awesome at advocating for my son. And I'm proud of it.
I've written before about W's sensory processing issues. He is doing SO well right now, and I know he wouldn't be where he is if I hadn't pushed to get his pediatrician to see that his behavior wasn't just normal two-year-old weirdness. He wouldn't have gotten any early childhood development services if I hadn't actively sought them out and worked to get him in. I fought, and pushed, and justified to get him therapy equipment he needed (even though it didn't quite work out as I had hoped). I'm constantly monitoring his therapy appointments, daycare environment, social behavior, and overall development to make sure he's on track to getting where he should be. I take him to every.single.appointment. And I did all of this while suffering some of the most crippling depression of my life.
My kid's "special needs" aren't super special by other people's standards, and I've spent most of his life working to make sure they don't end up moving into super special territory (or being perceived by others as moving into super special territory). It's taken a lot of work at a time when I was barely keeping my head above water, but I took care of him as well as I could. And I continue to do that today.
I'm a mom, and I'm proud of the way I've fought for my son.