I was crying and being all stressed. This special needs mom stuff is SO overwhelming. I second guess myself daily almost every minute and here I am looking looking at Raina having special needs to. I LOVE LOVE LOVE my girls and I don't want them to be different but sometimes I feel like God really made me a mistake choosing me for this.
So my therapist told me this story of a missionary 50 years ago who was rowing to a remote island with some Tongan people (that is the Island they were going to - I might have the spelling wrong). They were trying to sail and one person was praying for a tail wind and one was praying for a head wind and one wondered if they should just pray for wind. They weren't getting anywhere.
So one of the Tongan's got out and got a row boat and told them to get in and started rowing and he said "I'll be your wind".
Ty (the therapist) said he wondered if I was the girl's wind...
At that moment I was like "what?" But the more I think about it the precious that thought is to me.
I am their wind. I can do this.
6 years ago