If motherhood imparts traces of omnipotence, even the rhetoric of special needs motherhood raises the bar. Often we are called “superhuman” or “saints.” The “I don’t know how you do it” that special needs mamas hear implies that we must have some other-worldly qualities to help us make it through the day. The notion that we doubt ourselves, keenly feel our limitations, or labor over our decisions simply doesn’t line up with the power necessary to meet the challenge of our daily tasks. — Vicki Forman
This mama says exactly what I would say if I could write like that. I am not a saint. I am not a superhero. Sometimes I’m not even a very good mama. I get tired of sensory issues and say things like “Just eat” or “Just climb the damn stairs.” I get jealous that my friend’s little boy, who is a year younger than the J-man, is speaking AND eating table food. I get scared about what is next, and so I procrastinate instead of learning something new, because then I have a reason for failure, instead of being a failure. I read random books as a form of escapism.
However, I do have superpowers! I can call upon the power of the boob at a moment’s notice, and my super-sensitive-nose has saved us from taking the J-man somewhere moments after he’s pooped. I can sing many songs in many keys, and have learned to vary the pace so he can sing along. Mostly though, I can love him.
That’s my best superpower.