I see you giving all of yourself.
I see you taking the beating of your child’s angry outburst.
I see you wiping the tears from your child but also secretly from yourself while you look down for a moment.
I see you going to an endless array of specialist and therapist visits.
I see you struggling to keep your child calm content and occupied in the waiting room, hopeful for some good news at this appointment.
Your efforts are worth it.
I see you searching all night long for options.
I see your list of new things to try.
I see you asking other mothers how their child was able to reach higher milestones than your own.
I see that you haven’t slept or maybe even showered in longer than you’d care to reveal.
I see that you haven’t bought or done something for yourself in months.
I see your exhaustion.
I see your love.
I see your self-sacrificing wonder for your child.
I see you calming the meltdown.
I see you implementing the strategies you learned because you’ll do anything to make this better for your child.
I see that you don’t even know who you used to be before this role began.
I see you.
Other people see you.
But, I know what you are going through.
I see your sadness wrapped up in a hopeful smile sitting in the therapy waiting room.
I see your heart melt when your child gives you a sweet look in the midst of the chaos.
I see you waking up to do it all over agin the next day.
I see your beauty and your value.
I see you not giving up no matter how hard it gets.
I see the courage and determination in you that is stronger than the disappointments and setbacks.
I see you.
And, I see me in you.