A Good and Perfect Gift by Amy Julia Becker is an awesome read that is a great reminder that all children are a gift from God…a good and perfect gift. This is the true story of Amy Julia and her daughter, Penny. Amy Julia’s world is shattered when her daughter is born with Down Syndrome but time and God soon teach her that every child is a good and perfect gift from above. This book made me laugh and it made me cry. It made me hurt for the babies who are sent to their deaths because they’re not perfect in the eyes of the world. Amy Julia gives readers a great view of life with a child who has special needs, both the good and the hard. I highly recommend A Good and Perfect Gift for anyone from teens to older adults.
I was provided with a copy of A Good and Perfect Gift by Amy Julia Becker from Bethany House Publishers for review. All opinions and thoughts are my own.
Showing posts with label special needs child. Show all posts
Showing posts with label special needs child. Show all posts
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Monday, April 4, 2011
He doesn't LOOK special needs
Noah has been such a pill lately! He misbehaves every single chance he gets. I'm discovering that in many ways, he functions at a 4 year old level. It breaks my heart. Ya know what else? He looks like a normal 7 year old little boy! Um, well, actually he looks 8 or 9 cause he's so tall, but I digress.
Today we went to eat at Five Guys Burgers and Fries in Lubbock. Noah doesn't eat burgers. They had hotdogs so I thought that was great. He likes hot dogs. He apparently only likes hotdogs the way I fix them. They split the weenie. He didn't like that at all. he didn't like the way the weenie tasted. He made a scene. I'm not entirely sure I handled it well either. Everyone around us was watching him (and probably me too). To stop the scene, I fed him. I cut up the hot dog and bun and fed it to him with a fork. What a sight.
He LOOKS so normal. People don't understand. They don't understand why he gets treated like a much younger child. Honestly, if you talk to him, you wouldn't even notice that much. I notice. I'm his mother; believe me, I notice. I wish I could explain my child to others. I wish I could make family friends and others ONLINE understand the comments Pastor Husband and I make about him. Why can't I? What am I going to tell them? I don't know what is wrong with him. SOMETHING is certainly "off" but I don't know what it is.
We are on a waiting list at UNM in Albuquerque to see a developmental team and hopefully they'll be able to help us. In the meantime, I am waiting for the dr's office to call me with an appointment for a local developmental psych and praying they can help us while we wait 3-6 months for UNM.
Until then, I'm going to love my little boy, take up for him, and discipline him the way his daddy and I feel is best for him.
Today we went to eat at Five Guys Burgers and Fries in Lubbock. Noah doesn't eat burgers. They had hotdogs so I thought that was great. He likes hot dogs. He apparently only likes hotdogs the way I fix them. They split the weenie. He didn't like that at all. he didn't like the way the weenie tasted. He made a scene. I'm not entirely sure I handled it well either. Everyone around us was watching him (and probably me too). To stop the scene, I fed him. I cut up the hot dog and bun and fed it to him with a fork. What a sight.
He LOOKS so normal. People don't understand. They don't understand why he gets treated like a much younger child. Honestly, if you talk to him, you wouldn't even notice that much. I notice. I'm his mother; believe me, I notice. I wish I could explain my child to others. I wish I could make family friends and others ONLINE understand the comments Pastor Husband and I make about him. Why can't I? What am I going to tell them? I don't know what is wrong with him. SOMETHING is certainly "off" but I don't know what it is.
We are on a waiting list at UNM in Albuquerque to see a developmental team and hopefully they'll be able to help us. In the meantime, I am waiting for the dr's office to call me with an appointment for a local developmental psych and praying they can help us while we wait 3-6 months for UNM.
Until then, I'm going to love my little boy, take up for him, and discipline him the way his daddy and I feel is best for him.
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