I know that God loves me.
I know that He chose all these kids for me.
I know that He has equipped me to raise these children.
I know the Scripture to offset the lies.
Learning disabilities suck.
I hate fetal alcohol syndrome.
It makes me sick to think of what a mom did in order for her child to come out of the womb addicted to drugs/alcohol.
I want to slap that person.
I want to slap that person’s mother.
The memory issues.
The learning issues.
I feel inept and unable to teach my children with learning issues.
I have anger.
I have frustration.
I have despair.
I have sadness.
I’m over it.
One good day….4 bad days.
That is not good odds.
I have a 10 yr old who is still in 2nd grade because he cannot learn the basic concepts to move forward.
Do you KNOW how hard that is?
Do. You. Know?
I don’t know what I’m doing.
I fail, daily.
I struggle, daily.
We both cry.
I am over it.
I have to remember to breathe.
I have to mourn the loss of what I wanted my children to be.
I have to accept what my children are.
I need to lower my expectations of a few of my kids.
I need to readjust my thinking and teaching.
I need to line up an excellent therapist for when they get a bit older.
I need Jesus.