My special girl…
Yes, you are special. Of course, every mother says this about her child, but in your case, you really are extra special.
Because you aren’t like the other children who go to ‘normal’ schools, who learn to read and write and do math – some easily, some with a bit more effort.
Yes, you can read. You are twelve now, and you can read short sentences, when we sit down and take the time together. You can write your name and you try to write other words also – sometimes even a complete sentence. I can decipher your large, clumsy handwriting. You can solve easy math tasks. And I am so proud of you!
Because you do your best, with the possibilities you have. You keep motivated to learn, even though it doesn’t come easy for you at all. The fact is that you will always have trouble with learning. Your brain doesn’t work like that of ‘normal’ people. Because you have an intellectual disability.
That doesn’t matter though. I love you just the way you are. With your radiant eyes and your happy, sweet smile. With your love for music, the funny way you like to sing and dance, the way you giggle like any other teenage girl.
But sometimes you feel sad. Because you don’t understand why other children – even your younger brothers – don’t always want to play with you. You often don’t understand their jokes, can’t follow their stories, and can’t comprehend the rules of their games. And then you feel left out. Alone. And frustrated.
It makes me feel sad, too. Because I can’t fix that for you. I can’t make the others play with you the way you want to. I do try to help you and them get along, but I can’t give you friends. But I can be your friend!
I hope you won’t forget that. I will be here, and listen to your sadness, I will hear your stories and laugh with you about funny things that happened at school. I will try to connect with you even though we don’t always understand each other. I keep trying!
And remember, I am not your only friend. You have a much better Friend. A Friend that understands you when I can’t, a Friend who will always be here even when I’m not. A Friend who loves you more than I ever can. Who sees you wherever you go, and wants to help you wherever you are. Because you are His child, now and forever.
When I think of you, I often think of these verses of Psalm 139:
“For You formed my inward parts;
You wove me in my mother’s womb.
I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
Wonderful are Your works,
And my soul knows it very well.”
This is also true for you, my beautiful, special girl. He also made you. He didn’t make a mistake. He formed you, exactly according to the way He had in mind. With your possibilities and your limitations.
He knows your present. And He holds your future carefully in His mighty hand. I’ve decided to trust Him with that. And I hope and pray you will too, always. Even when you feel sad. Even when you feel alone. Don’t forget there is a God in heaven who loves you unconditionally, and remember: You are fearfully and wonderfully made!