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you know you’re a special needs mommy when…

 

 

you hunt around online and find some random specialist…

 

 

decide that specialist might be a good fit for your child’s special need…

 

 

so you call the random office and nutshell your child’s special story to some random receptionist…

 

 

who relays said special report to the specialist…

 

 

who CALLS random you back the SAME day and spends 20 minutes listening to your (literally, sob) story and promises to look into more options and call you back tomorrow. 

 

 

All free of charge! 

 

 

Okay…so not all special doctors are quite so generous.  But my God…I am thankful for those who are.  And you know what…shame on those who aren’t.   

 

 

And I can’t help but think you know you’re a special needs mommy when random specialists spend large chunks of time helping guide decisions about your special little one!

 

 

…danielle

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Debbie said…
It's always nice when outsiders care enough to give the gift of time and direction!

And I love your " arranged friendship" idea....because it's really hard to find " true" friends, and if you have one in a lifetime your lucky! I think our kids could be great arranged friends....and maybe us too!?! Hugs...
September 21, 2011 at 5:13 PM
Danielle said…
Girl...I'm SO ready to pack up and move to you! Bleh. Life. There are sweet moments. But somehow it's all the inbetweens that just toast me.

...danielle
September 22, 2011 at 5:56 AM
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