When doors don’t open that’s life telling you that you should build your own – that’s my message to the world.

It’s 12  :  00 PM on day 2360 of my journey towards independence and I managed to pray, have breakfast, read Titus 2:11, work on a very special future blog post (can’t say much yet but it will be awesome)  and learn a new word –Sartorial [sar·to·ri·al] adj. Of or relating to tailoring, clothes, or style of dress. “Sartorial taste; “Sartorial elegance.”

Recently I wrote an open letter to moms of differently-abled kids and I’ve been trying to get websites with that target market to publish it but nobody seems keen so I’m just going to publish it myself. Read An Open Letter To Moms of Differently-Abled Kids below:

An Open Letter to Moms of Differently-Abled Kids

Dear mom-of-an-extra-special-child,

My name is Nisha Varghese (you may not know I even exist but I’ve seen you around). I’ve always wanted to introduce myself but I never knew what to say that wouldn’t sound awkward or weird so I’m writing you this letter.

I see you with your child and I so admire how you just let your child be – you don’t try to make your child act any particular way in order to “fit in” because you know it would be unfair of you to ask that of your child. I apologize for the people who are cruel out of genuine ignorance please know it’s got nothing to do with you or your child and everything to do with them. I know that it’s not easy being a mom to a child with extra needs (I hate the term “special needs”) and I also know there are days you mourn the person your child could have been and the family you could have been I know this because I see it in my mother’s eyes sometimes (it’s okay mom I know you still love me).

You are not alone there are families on every corner of this Earth fighting the good fight and celebrating every inchstone because we know how hard-won those are. Thanks for all you are and all you do because of you and my mother people like your child and I have a fighting chance at this life. You’re an AMAZING mother.       

Yours sincerely,

Nisha Varghese