L.N.
my aha moment came from my then 6 year old. i wasn't coping well with her disability (for the lack of proper word), and every time a doc entered the room i would cry, just unable to control my emotions. well i guess my 6 year old had enough of me, and one time, she gave me a huge smile after hearing the 'diagnosis' and seeing the waterworks come down my face "mom at least i am alive and happy.'
i cannot believe she was able to find a bright side for herself, and i was unable to. i felt horrible. why was i so upset? was i losing her? no. then what? was it the notion of losing 'the perfect' child? i am ashamed to say probably. but she opened my eyes. a week later i got on antidepressants and 9 months later we are doing much better ('we' as in 'i'). that comment changed my life. this kid has changed my life. she has made me a stronger person, she teaches me how to be a great mom to her. i swear, i cannot breathe without thinking about her. what a kid.