Dear Weary Therapist Working With Special Needs Kids

You are a difference maker.

You battle on the front line.

When the breakthrough finally comes. When the first step is taken. When the first shirt is buttoned. When the first word is spoken. When the first bite is swallowed, it is you we want to tell. Before our families, friends, and doctors, we want to tell you. We want to celebrate with our therapist because you got us there.

You climb into the trenches with us and wade through the mud of recovery. It’s ugly and messy, and you are there for it all. You see us on our best days and on our worst days. You roll up your sleeves and fight with us, in the middle of our mess and confusion. You teach us. You answer our crazy questions. You remind us that we are not alone. You cry with us. You laugh with us, and you are the one we want to celebrate with.

Our lives are better because you choose to dive into the hard places with us. Thank you for making your patients laugh when they want to cry. Thank you for helping your patients get up one more time. Thank you for finding a way to make the hard work fun. Thank you for refusing to settle.

You could have chosen a career with a cozy office, a fancy title, and giant paycheck, but I’m so glad you didn’t. Thank you for choosing a career that gives life. Thank you fighting for more than a simple existence from your patients. Thank you for refusing to set limits on what is possible.

My son’s life is better because of you. So many lives are better because of you.

You, weary therapist, are a gift.


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Abby Banks
Abby Banks
Tammie is the wife to aAbby Banks is a mom turned author and special needs advocate. A Speech and Communications graduate from Clemson University, she has a passion for finding God in the hard places. She is the author of Love Him Anyway and blogs at She and her husband, Jason, reside in Greenwood, SC, with their three children, Jay, Austin, and Wyatt. 

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