Many children are born with deficits and disabilities, and struggle in school, competing with typically developing classmates. My son has autism, yet fully benefitted from a remarkable rehabilitation center which leads him to his full potential, and he is now a college graduate making a contribution to the working world.
I am so grateful, and want to temper my worrying, and direct it to places where worrying can transform lives.
Many mothers have demons of worry we cannot see. Will my child have enough money for books? Will he be safe walking to school with recent violence in our neighborhood?
My conversation with my son made me stop and think about the real black bears that many Indiana children face. If you are a mother, I dare you to direct your worrying into slaying the black bears of poverty, homelessness, poor education, abuse and other societal ills that affect our children, our future. I’m rethinking my worrying and making some changes.
Amy McVay Abbott is a freelance journalist and author of “The Luxury of Daydreams.” She can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.