Why blog?

I have thought about blogging for a while.  In fact, my husband established my blog name for me in December 2011 while I was recuperating from a badly broken arm.  We thought I could write while I sat in the chair and recovered.  Since it is now June 2014, how do you think that plan worked out for me?

I enjoy reading blogs.  I gather information from blogs.  I have notes scribbled everywhere around my computer from information I have gathered.  Nobody should ever throw out my scraps of paper with “important and valuable” information on them (good thing I live with all guys).  I am a blog stalker.  I don’t ever comment.  Some bloggers have become well-known names in my household.  So 2 ½ years later, I finally had to ask myself again:  Why should I blog?  What could I contribute?  

My family has some funny moments, but I don’t know if it is enough to entertain others.  Some people don’t get our humor.  I don’t know if I could “inform” people about anything.  

As we prepare to wrap up our oldest son’s junior year in high school and enter his senior year, we are full steam ahead to transition him to adulthood.  Aren’t all parents doing this at this phase of their children’s lives?  Our son brings us a little extra challenge(s) given his special needs: Cerebral Palsy, ADD, and some vision issues to name a few.  Again, we aren’t the only parents who have had to transition a child with special needs to adulthood.  What I have found in my search on the internet is that I can’t find a lot of personal experiences.  There are a plethora of resources out there, but you can get lost surfing the internet (just trying navigating your way through SAT’s website looking for testing accommodation information). It is difficult to figure out which ones are needed for my child or which ones he is eligible to receive.  

Each child is a unique case.  That much I do know.  Our son is unique.  He always has been, and he always will be.  We’ve never been able to tell people about our son.  If we start to describe him, he ends up sounding like his needs are much worse than his functional ability.  We just tell people, “There are no words.  You just have to meet him.”

As my husband and I have made phone calls, surfed the internet, attended workshops, talked to doctors, specialists, etc., we thought maybe we could help inform people or at least let them know they aren’t alone on this journey.  Maybe I do have something to blog about.

I will think about it while I sit on the couch with chocolate….