Raising a daughter who lives with a disability is far from easy. My parents did the best they could as most any parent would. As a child, I was given safety and comfort when I lived through fractures and operations. I was protected from the bumps and bruises of life that could have done me great harm at that delicate period of my life.
That protection, so important then, didn’t always benefit me as I grew up. I became more physically strong not having fractures past the age of 11, but not emotionally strong. However, a gift from my mother did send me on a journey of growth that has helped change my life in so many ways.