I stole that title from a friend. It’s true. Unless you’re my 6 year old. And then it’s not, because dinosaurs aren’t scary either. (Unless we are talking about a t-rex. Obviously.)
There are so many times over the past months that I wished I could somehow let other people know what I know. Those parents sitting in a doctor’s office being told their baby has Down Syndrome. The family praying about adoption and wondering if they could really raise a child with special needs. The woman getting an abortion because of a prenatal diagnosis. I wish they knew.
I wish they knew how fun this is.
I wish they knew how normal this is.
I wish they knew how worth it this is.
I wish they knew how easy this is.
Sure, there are parts that are hard, exhausting, heart-breaking. Same with parenting any other child. You learn to parent and care for this child in the way she needs. You learn medical terms you have never heard of and you aren’t intimidated by them at all. You make therapy part of your day to day life and position your child in strength-building ways without even thinking about it. You live in each moment and celebrate small (huge!) victories. You smile a lot and you cry a lot too. You meet people you never would have known and now can’t imagine what you would do without them. You savor each moment of this awesome life. You notice the little things. And it all becomes your new normal. A better normal because this little person is in it. A normal that you wish everyone could experience.
So you see, this is a lot of things, but this is not so scary when you know what I know.