by Betty Jo Hilger
You can lead a child to water.
You cannot make him drink.
You can show a child a book.
You cannot make him think.
You can present reality.
You can't make him agree.
You can hope
and you can pray.
You cannot make him see.
Independence has a price.
Decisions bear a key.
Choices are expensive.
Freedom isn't free.
Living is a journey,
taken on your own.
Experience, the fruit of soul,
Many times, as I have continued to struggle and learn, as I have questioned and reflected, and as I
have grown in understanding, I have come to conclude that I am very blessed in my children. No
matter the challenges we and they face in life, every child is a precious, unique individual.
I would not give up either of my children for a Normal, Healthy child.
I can imagine that life would be less stressful. Possibly, life would be more peaceful, and even happier.
However, this is only speculation. I firmly believe that when we have to struggle with our children through
immensely painful and difficult times, we are blessed with a comparable level of joy, and the ability to
understand just how precious the good moments are. I am so much more aware of every tiny step of progress
and success, and recognize it for the mountainous achievement it is, than I could ever have been if we had
not faced the challenges in our day to day dealing with their mental illnesses.
Life must be pretty boring when everything is normal.