the club.

i walked out of school today (open house) with two other moms and they talked about their girls. their struggles and worries. we do that a lot you know. the moms of children with disabilities are part of an unspoken club or sisterhood, so to speak. we open up to one another in a way that we simply can't with anyone else. not a family member, a teacher, a best friend.. no one. the fact remains that not one of those people will ever really "get it." they may empathize in the best way they know how. they may show tons of support. and they may lend a shoulder or an ear. but how could a person describe what a red looks like if she's never had sight, relate to what snow feels like if she's never felt it, or describe what it's like to walk if you have spent your life in a wheelchair. it's not possible. and that's okay. the great thing is that you don't have to be part of this "club" to enrich my life.

But these special women bring something different. I can talk to them without those sympathetic eyes looking back at me that say "i can't even imagine" or "poor you." they just know that my child's struggle is today and hers may be tomorrow. and that's not just important in walking this path. it's invaluable.