I complain a lot about raising Bella. I often think “woe is me” and “why me”.
I have lots of hard decisions to make. And even harder decisions to make in the future.
But as often as I think about myself, I do think even more about Bella.
Why was Bella chosen to be like she is?
Why does she have to observe and watch life happen around her when she can’t participate?
What must it be like to have no one understand what you want, what you need, or what hurts?
Bella has to trust in us completely, to make all the right decisions for her, because she will never be able to.
And I do think we are lucky to have Bella.
And I think Bella is lucky to have us.
Because even though it’s hard.
I love my daughter and I try to do the very best for her.
And in this world, I’m not sure everyone else would do the same.
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