There has been a lot of talk (over at my blog) lately about differences. Over the past two weeks I have had to confront this issue head on, because as soon as I wrote about it, it just would not stay put. (Go figure.)
I have had countless discussions about it and rehashed it a million different ways. And now that it’s out there, I feel more at peace about it.
My deep revelation: I am different from other moms.
I feel like I no longer have to pretend that I am the same as any other mom walking down the street. Because to be honest, I have spent an awful lot of time trying to convince myself of that. “Hey, I’m the same as you. I’m no different. I want the same thing for my son as you do for your children.”
These are all things I may not have said out loud…but I thought them. And yes, I may fundamentally want some of the same things for my son as someone else. But I am finally facing the fact that the path I am taking to get there is different.
The fact of the matter is from one moment to the next my life changed. That moment will forever be playing in my head in slow motion and it made me different.
There is nothing wrong with being different. I’m going to embrace it.
Janis chronicles her son’s medical journey at Sneak Peek At Me. She is an advocate for medically fragile children and families living with a rare disease diagnosis.