What is you purpose? Sounds like a weird question, doesn’t it? However, when you break it down, it’s actually a pretty good question. I’ve always felt like everyone in this world has a calling, something they were put here to do.
I’m asking what you were put here to do?
I’ve thought about this myself, many times over the years, especially when life took yet another unexpected turn.
When I was younger, I thought I had everything all figured out. My late grandmother always said that I was meant for something truly profound. My teachers used to say that they expected to read about me in the news papers or hear about me on the news.
I always felt sorta pressured by that notion because it felt like unless I was doing something that captured the attention of many, I assume somehow failing or not living up to my destiny.
I’ve been in the newspaper, front page actually and I’ve been on the radio a few times. However, non of those things ever really felt like they really mattered or made any sort of difference in the world. I’ve always wanted to make a difference. I’ve always wanted to help people.
Growing up, my dream was to have a family. I wanted to be a husband and a father in the worst way.
Most kids at that age wanted to be a firemen (which I was) or a policeman (like I almost was).
Marriage and fatherhood seemed pretty mundane compared to what most kids wanted to be when they grew up.
Having said that, as I got older and wiser, I realized that truly profound doesn’t necessarily mean big or super important, by society’s standards.
When my grandmother would tell me that I was going to do something truly profound, I had assumed at my young age, she meant something like a superhero. That’s kinda funny to think that now but I was just a kids back then.
As it turns out I wasn’t to far off the mark. I just didn’t have superhero in the right context.
I wasn’t ever going to leap tall buildings in a single bound. However, I can take a flight of steps at the speed of light, when one of my kids are injured or upset. I was never going to melt steel with my heat vision but I can melt away my children’s fears will a look of understanding and reassurance.
I’ll never battle a super villain but I’ve bested many monsters that took up residence under a bed or inside a closet.
While I don’t have superhero strength, I somehow manage to find the strength and courage to keep getting back up after I fall and helping my kids to move forward.
I’ve not been able to see or predict the future but I have to foresight and faith to know that my kids are going to do amazing things in their lives.
When I was younger, I hadn’t realized that I didn’t have to be a superhero in order to make a difference in someone’s life.
Now that I’m a bit older, wiser and sporting less hair than before, I realize that I am doing something truly profound. I’m a father to three autistic boys. I somehow manage to survive in a situation that many others simply couldn’t and actually be happy, albeit stressed out and overwhelmed.
I think that it’s important that we, as special needs parents remember that, while this may not have been our first choice but in reality, we never chose this path.
Instead, I truly believe that we are chosen for this path by someone or something that sees more value in us than we often give ourselves credit for.
I can’t think of a more important job than being a special needs parents.
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