Being a child of a special needs mother never really bothered me. I have never had a problem going places with her or following her around like a lost pitiful puppy whose eyes are only for her mother. As I grew I was fascinated by her dexterity and strength , although she struggled with heartache and pain. She encompasses the meaning of Motherhood. Embracing it boldly and facing it head on. She went to all our teacher conferences. Gave allowance, taught us right from wrong. And waited every day at the bus stop diligently for us to arrive from our day away from home.
Some days she'd ask if any of the teachers or children at school asked about her and did they know about her disability. I'd answer honestly, "Yes". This bothered her. She didn't like for anyone to look upon her as though she were weak or less than the rest of us.
Even though she stumbles when she walks and has trouble pronouncing certain letters of the alphabet she is most definitely my superwoman.
For real! Think about it. This is a woman whom had lived most her life in scorn for being biracial and having a learning delay that kept her at a third grade average. However she taught us to read and write even though she couldn't. She taught me how to drive even though she couldn't. She taught me what unspoken love really is. Even though no one else around could. And though others may have seen her as less than equal her wings blaze bright before my eyes. Day and night.
I Love you Mom <3
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