From SFGate.com's Laura Shumaker.
Kathy Marshall is the first “special”parent that I connected with. Her son John and my son Matthew were in the kindergarten together in a special day class. John, I learned, had cerebral palsy.
Kathy had a bemused smile on her face when she told me this. I wondered
what that was all about, but it made me feel less anxious about my
situation. Matthew was described as pervasively developmentally delayed,
a phrase that I took literally, and I was in the process of helping him
catch up, hopeful that this would be the only year that he’d need
special education.
I was struck by how comfortable Kathy seemed in a room full of 5 and 6
year olds with developmental disabilities.She chased after her
mischieveous son John cheerfully when he bolted away with a handful of
cookies, maintaining an upbeat conversation the entire time. Seeing this
woman looking positive and engaged rather than downbeat and bedraggled
gave me hope. Looking back, I think meeting her was my first “Aha” moment special-mom-style. I was going to be OK.
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