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I got it from my Momma

In honor of Mother's day this Sunday and one of my followers question I decided to write a post dedicated to what my momma has done for me in regards to my disability.

I must say my momma is the strongest person  I know and the way she researched and advocated for me is incredible.

At the age of 3 she went to the school district and asked for ways to get me involved in preschool and socializing with other kiddos. I was in occupational and physical therapy pretty much since I got diagnosed. She was always looking for the best thing for me and the best ways to make me stronger. I was in therapeutic horseback riding from the 2nd grade until high school. She would drive me to San Juan Capistrano once a week after school and let me say that was definitely my favorite kind of therapy :)

Despite that, socially my mom always was open with me and pushed me to stand up for myself. I will never forget this one time around the 3rd/4th grade we were in the mall and I was in my stroller (a stroller for individuals with disabilities who are older). There was a girl that came up to her and I and asked my mom "what's wrong with her". I don't really remember what she said back but I remember her pushing me on and I looked back and she had tears in her eyes. When we got home and she put me to bed that night I broke down asking her why I was different. She told me you know what people are going to ask questions and it is up to you to explain to them why and that you are just like them but do things differently.

One thing I would tell mommas who have kids with disabilities is to maybe find a support group for your child or get them involved with kids like them. Even though I was accepted by all the kids at my school I do wish I had a group of friends that could relate to what I go through. However, you mommas out there who have kiddos with disabilities I hope you know that you can take your kiddo to all these therapies but the best thing you can do is to be there for your child and answer those hard questions and teach them that they are beautiful for being different and how to explain that to others. That was the best thing my momma did is to teach me to have a voice.

My mom is my best friend who has raised me to be the strong woman I am today. She did not do things for me. Once I got older she pushed me to advocate for myself and how to let others know about my disability. I think that is the best thing she could have done. She pushed me to always try before asking for help.

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