It can mean that you’ve been admitted into the school you’ve always dreamed of attending.
It can mean you fit in well with a new group of friends in a new town.
It can mean an agreement was reached and the other party is willing to take your offer to purchase their house.
All of these uses of the word acceptance are positive.
They point to beginnings and growth.
To new experiences, happiness, and fulfilled dreams.
Acceptance is also one of the 5 stages of grief.
And for me it seems like the last one.
I’ve done anger.
I’ve done bargaining.
I may have briefly been in denial.
I’ve definitely done depression (for far too long).
I’m working on acceptance.
On accepting my role as a stay at home Mom and not being bitter.
On accepting the change this has caused in the life of my family and not resenting my son.
On accepting we are far from picture perfect (literally. in fact it’s impossible to get a picture with everyone’s eyes open) and not being embarrassed.
On accepting that I’m a special needs mom and not being ashamed.
On accepting my life revolves around therapy appointments where my son is the patient and not where I’m the therapist.
On accepting that I spend my days working hard trying to do everything I possibly can to give my son the chance to live his best life.
Isn’t that every parents dream?
While my path may be bumpier than others, we all want what’s best for our children and we are willing to do what it takes for them.
It’s time for me to accept that my journey doesn’t look anything like what I expected it to. But that doesn’t mean it’s not worth traveling.