As I sit at my desk, wiping my tears and trying to prepare myself for my workday, I am overwhelmed. I am filled with so much frustration and so much joy all at once. You will understand this feeling one day when you are a daddy to your own little ones.

We knew you were special right from the start. You were the sweetest, liveliest little baby and you were always aware. You were babbling by five months and everyone who met you fell in love.

As you have gotten a little older, some of your spark has dimmed—but we can get it back, my boy!

I want to be sure you know a few things as you grow up and begin making decisions for yourself. Sure, you have some things about you that are extra special. Doctors call them diagnoses, but they are no different from me having big legs and your daddy having feet that look like a Hobbit! These features are what make us unique.

It may seem easier to focus on the negative sometimes. You might get into mischief more than others as your little mind reels out of control and you are super focused on one interest or another. You may jump around more often or have to cover your ears at loud noises.

But do you know what else?

You are unbelievably kind. Your muscles are strong and your heart is brave. You are imaginative and creative and already smarter than mommy at math. You are also the most hilarious little boy I’ve ever met! You may lose your temper at times, but we will be right beside you helping you to learn how to manage those kinds of things.

Growing up can be tricky.

Remember that no matter how wild things might get, we are so proud God chose us to be your parents. He could have picked any mommy and daddy for you, but He chose us and we are so grateful.

We know how beautiful your soul is and how much you love your family. We listen to you pray for them every night, even if your bedtime is a rough one.

Son, you are not broken because your mind works differently than others. You are actually pretty amazing. You can do things and think things no one else could dream up. So don’t listen to what other people might think because they don’t know you like we know you.

You are not broken, my sweet boy. You are perfect.

Originally published on the author’s blog

Brynn Burger

I am a wife, a mother, a teacher, a friend, a writer, a lover of all things outdoors, and sometimes a shell of my former self. Parenting a child with behavior disabilities has become both my prison and my passion. I write so I can breathe. This is my therapy. I hope that my violent vulnerability and use of humor will help you to power through this with me. It is the only way I know.