Poem from mother of child with OCD: "Special"

Special

The first time I held you in my arms

My heart melted

Watching you grow was a

Pleasure beyond words

I often wondered why you

Always seemed so worried about

Doing the right thing or telling the truth

Now I know it is because of

OCD that you doubt so much

I wanted to shield you from

The pain the anxiety caused

Put you in a plastic bubble to protect you

Now I know that is the worst thing

I could possibly do I used to be ashamed of not being

Able to protect you

Because I didn't understand

The battle is yours to fight

I am so proud of your

Hard work and determination

Towards fighting this disease

I realize how special you are

And how brave you have become

You taught me what courage really means

I am honored to be your Mother.

(written by mother of child with OCD)