Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Love is a Battlefield

Having a special needs child means that life can sometimes be a little rough.

Sure, there are emotional ups and downs.  Good days and bad days.  Tears and laughter.

But it can also be rough on the body.

My arms are often sore from Lily's "super pinch".

My back frequently aches from toting around 40 pounds - especially when those 40 pounds don't want to be held.

I was putting on my make-up this morning and realized that I had a sore spot on my forehead.  I then remembered that my head got in the way of a flying toy yesterday.

I currently have a lovely scrape on my thigh from the corner of the metal trash can.  I got this wound when I attempted to run quickly after Lily when she grabbed the Rice Chex box and made a mad dash for her room.

In the last four years, I have tripped, slid, fallen down, been bitten, pinched, had my hair pulled, stubbed my toes, and had my arms squeezed more than in all the other 36 years combined.

So much discomfort from one little girl.

But I have also been kissed, hugged, snuggled, cuddled, lovingly squeezed, smiled at, had my cheeks patted and my hand held more times than I could possibly count.

So much affection from that same little girl.

I  may take more ibuprofen than the average mom but I wouldn't trade that little girl for anything.


  1. I know exactly what you mean about the 40 pound toddler. Except I have yet to experience the "super pinch." :)

  2. I hope and pray neither of your sweet boys learns the "super pinch" - it'll bring you to your knees!


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