I recently saw a facebook post written by a mom who has infant twins. She was speaking in such positive ways about her children- the new things they recently learned to do, their little facial expressions, how complete they made their family. And then she mentioned it… one of the twins, her beautiful son, was born deaf. Nowhere in her posts did she share any shred of self pity, regret, or that her son was any less important than his twin sister because he was born completely deaf. I was amazed in how she spoke of him- with such love and admiration.

So many times I hear parents of children with diagnoses speak with such a tone that you feel their heavy heart in their words, that they speak of the whys and what ifs, and what their children are missing out on or the difficulty their diagnosis will cause in their lives. And then there are those parents that even when every issue imaginable seems to be thrown at their children, they only see love for them. The child has the diagnosis not the diagnosis has the child.

As a parent of a child who is special I know that she is indeed special. I look at my child and I know the world will look at her with tinted colored glasses but to me is my perfectly made little piece of heaven. There is nothing wrong with her. She will just do things in her own time and in her own unique way. And I am blessed and honored to be able to have a front row seat.