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The Buckets You Don’t See

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When you see a child out in public who flaps their hands, makes noises you don’t expect, or melts down in the middle of Target, you might see “behavior.”
What you don’t see is the bucket their parents are carrying.

Parents of children with special needs carry buckets filled with things you may never notice:

  • Doctors’ appointments, therapies, IEP meetings, medications.
  • Late nights of worry, early mornings of preparation.
  • A constant undercurrent of praying, hoping, researching, adjusting.
  • And still, the everyday stuff everyone else carries—groceries, bills, laundry, jobs.

It’s a lot of weight to balance.

Now imagine trying to carry those buckets into society—a world that expects “normal” without ever considering what that means for someone whose brain or body works differently.

The Struggle to Normalize

Parents are constantly teaching their children not just math and reading, but also how to navigate a world that isn’t always kind. They are teaching:

  • How to regulate emotions in environments that overwhelm.
  • How to engage with peers who may not understand.
  • How to hold it together in grocery aisles, classrooms, playgrounds, and waiting rooms.

That’s not “bad parenting.” That’s hard parenting. It’s specialized, skillful, relentless, patient parenting.

What You Might Miss

When a parent says “yes” to bringing their child into public spaces, it’s not just about errands. It’s about giving their child the same right to experience life as everyone else. To eat in restaurants. To go to ballgames. To stand in line at amusement parks. To shop in stores.

Because children with special needs deserve to be seen. They deserve to belong. And their parents deserve to share in the same everyday rights without the side-eyes, whispers, or judgmental sighs of strangers.

When you roll your eyes or mutter under your breath, you are missing what’s really happening:

  • A child is learning how to be in a world that doesn’t fit them easily.
  • A parent is summoning every ounce of patience, grace, and strength just to keep things steady.
  • A family is daring to step into spaces that often don’t feel welcoming, because they believe their child has just as much right to be there as yours.

A Call for Grace

Grace costs you nothing but gives everything. Smile instead of frowning. Offer help instead of staring. Hold the door open. Show patience. See the child, not just the behavior. See the parent, not just the struggle.

And if you really want to make an impact? Teach your own children to extend kindness, friendship, and curiosity without judgment. Because ignorance is passed down—but so is compassion.

Buckets of Love

The truth is, parents of special needs children are carrying heavy, different buckets. Buckets you may not see. But don’t mistake unseen weight for weakness. These parents are strong in ways you cannot imagine, loving in ways that stretch beyond measure, and brave enough to keep stepping out into a world that doesn’t always understand.

Next time you see a family navigating that path, remember: what looks different isn’t less. It’s just love carrying heavier buckets. And love deserves space, dignity, and grace.



“Everyone needs to be valued. Everyone has the potential to give something back.” — Princess Diana

“Be devoted to one another in love. Honor one another above yourselves.” — Romans 12:10

“To every parent carrying unseen buckets—you are doing holy work. And to every onlooker: your kindness may be the thing that lightens the load.”

With eyes open to what cannot always be seen, may we choose grace, always. Written in honor of Alyssa and Greg—who carry buckets like a boss and remind me daily what true strength looks like.

Love, hugs, and grace… always,

Tina N. Campbell | Scribed In Light

4 responses to “The Buckets You Don’t See”

  1. Herald Staff Avatar

    Well said, Tina. I like to think that I’ve faced down some issues in my time, but I cannot think of anything I admire more than the parents I know that fill their day alongside their child overcoming the challenges they face. It is a commitment, dedication, and strength that I’m not sure they’ve yet given a name to. It’s awe-inspiring to me.
    –Scott

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    1. Scribed In Light Avatar

      Hey Scott, I tried visiting the Hometown Herald site but keep getting a 403 access denied. Has the site changed or moved?

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      1. Herald Staff Avatar

        Hey Tina! It’s a thing of the past. All of us that would contribute to the page are in the midst of some major life events, so we picked a date and shut it down at the end of September.

        I hope to try again when things settle a bit. In the meantime, I’m still around, and kept my favorite subscriptions so I can catch up (you’re on the list!). I hope this finds you well, and happy belated birthday!
        –Scott

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        1. Scribed In Light Avatar

          Oh, Scott… that’s bittersweet news. The Hometown Herald was truly something special — that rare old-school kind of community warmth that felt like settling down with a hot cup of Joe at sunrise, where time slowed just enough to breathe again.

          In a world that moves too fast and shouts too loud, your page was a quiet corner full of kindness, good storytelling, and connection. I completely understand the need to pause and refocus — life has a way of reshuffling our priorities when we least expect it — but I sure will miss that slice of neighborly calm you created.

          Please do try again when the time feels right; voices and hearts like yours are exactly what this noisy world needs more of. And thank you for keeping Scribed in Light on your reading list — that means more than you know.

          With warmth and gratitude,
          Tina | Scribed in Light

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