That Mother

Am I her? That Mother?

The one who always has the awkward question?

The one that everyone rolls their eyes at?

The one who will challenge anything and everything?

The one that everyone tiptoes around?

The one who no one dares to be truly themselves with because they fear that I’ll challenge them.

As a special needs parent I do have to challenge more than most parents have to.

I am ever conscious that I don’t want to be seen as the awkward parent.

I don’t want to have to raise issues.

I don’t want to have to email the school/doctor/authorities again.

I don’t want to have phone calls where it’s so apparent that a grown adult fears my child and thinks her incapable of doing anything useful.

I was asked – “What exactly do you seek to achieve?”
Me – “Happiness…inclusion.”

I laugh at the idiocy of these phone calls. But they still hurt.

I take deep breaths and find my inner tiger. I push the pain aside.

I discuss with my trusted group IF I am overreacting, IF what I heard is wrong….what to do….

I don’t want to be that parent.

I don’t want to have to be like this.

I don’t want these issues.

I don’t want to have to fight for things for Evie, that H will get without question.

I want acceptance, pure and simple.

I want those that follow to be able to have a simpler path. To not know this fight.

So I do fight. I challenge. I question. I push.

I am this parent, I am “That Mother”.

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