By Autism Media“AUTISM DID NOT GIVE ME ANYTIME TO MOURN”- SAYS SUCHISMITA.
Is life getting tougher? Parents of children with special needs would say yes. Let’s explore the untold stories of motherhood. What matters the most is your perception on life. Some heartbreaks may blind your eyes with darkness. But if you really try to open your eyes, beams of hope, will light your path! Meet Suchismita, the super mom of Amrita.
“I had a big baby bump and used to run my fingers around, to feel her movements. She used to turn and kick and cuddle and roll inside me. I read fairy tales at night and waited for my fairy’s arrival. My daughter Amrita is the best thing that has ever happened to me” began Suchismita with a warm smile.
From the very first day of my pregnancy, I was totally overwhelmed and happy to have my baby. My family was busy spinning dreams of a child, who would make us proud every now and then with her talent. I still remember that day, she got diagnosed with autism. My eyes were searching for some support and I stood all broke and numb, with extreme grief mounting high on my head. My 2.3 year old Amrita was playing with my hand bag. I looked at her and my heart whispered “ She has got a pretty smile’. Her sparkling eyes held me tight, tighter than ever. I met many parents at the Chandrashekhar Institute, and we shared similar feelings. I was depressed to see so many children with multiple disorders. The reality of life forced me to crumble down, but Amrita inspired me to live forever. Slowly I realized that my little baby is in the ‘spectrum’ and ‘special’ with no apparent cure. Some realizations bring out the best of our life. And I am busy exploring the little happiness around me. When I look back, I had to juggle between home and hospitals and the long hours of therapies and treatments snatched my happy hours all of a sudden. Have you ever experienced the five stages of grief? I have. I was drowned in denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. I was not able to be a part of any social gatherings and constantly avoided friends and relatives as I hated pity so much. I hoped for a miracle to happen and prayed for a fairy to do some magic trick on my baby each night. Things were getting worse with my daughter’s disturbed sleeps, temper tantrums, host of behavioral issues, and rejections from schools, in turn resulted in a strained husband-wife relation. But, I had a hope that things would get better with time and we as a family started taking baby steps, not really knowing what was ahead or where we are going. I was terribly longing for that warmth I have been missing for long. Slowly I realized the happy faces, who were trying to become a part of my life. It was the best moment and I began to count my blessings. My ever supportive family and their zero judgments made me the happiest. My friends accepted my daughter whole heartedly and their love brought colors to her life. Amrita is a lucky child, because her therapists and teachers always consider my angel in their prayers. This togetherness made me strong and healed my broken parts. When you accept your child as ‘special’, you become a special momma too. All the positive realizations gave me peace and warmth. Being the mother of a child with special needs, life taught me the great lessons that I never knew before. The ups and downs brought out the best version of myself and I became immensely positive, optimistic and less judgmental. Yeah.. I have evolved so much. I enjoy amrita’s every small achievements and we celebrate even the tiniest joys of life. Once, I wanted the whole world for my child but now, I know her smiling face is my biggest takeaway. My baby is a smart and wilful teenager now, and I don’t care about her imperfections. She thinks I am the best person for her and so do I. You know what? I am lucky to have her around. Hey super mommies, just love your child and enjoy each moment of your journey. Life is a gift and never be ashamed of their odd behaviors. Just put a deaf ear to all the negative comments and hug your baby tight. Be their voice and advocate, because if you can’t stand up for them, nobody will ever do that. Follow your instincts and keep working with your child and see them flourish beautifully. Everything gets better and all of us will emerge as proud mothers. Isn’t Suchismita an inspiration? Let us sprinkle some love and warmth like she did.
