I am on a quest this month to find my own voice with my blog
and my passions about disability and children.
November being NaBloPoMo, I thought it was a great opportunity to post and write with abandon, and to try during that time to find the focus I so desperately am searching for with my blog. A month to write and to process my own thoughts in print, seems like a wonderful opportunity to find my path.
I want my platform to be directed and of worth to many people, many parents, and not just for my own expression. I want to create something of value.
I want to give voice to those who may not have a voice, and to let their stories be heard. Parents overall seem tired these days, and parents of children with disabilities are carrying a disproportionate piece of the burden. And possibly a disproportionate piece of the joy in raising children as well. Personally speaking I think my life is enriched by being the Mom to a special child. I am a better person, and a calmer person, and a person who’s life matters. It has allowed me to grow as an individual and come into my self.
But tired people, people who are carrying burdens that are too heavy or to raw to be shared openly, or people who don’t get enough sleep or food, cannot be expected to use their own voice. So this is possibly where I come in.
Building a platform from which I can jump off of and find my way through these waters with you.
Speaking loud for those whose voices are quiet. Speaking clearly for those whose voices are muffled.
Being a voice to tell the stories of those who don’t have a voice.