As a mother who has a son diagnosed with epilepsy from the age of three and was told he was never going to exceed a nine-year-old's intellect. There was no opportunity to realize that he would not live a typical life, all I had was a bucket full of limitations, an intellectual disability diagnosis, and countless hospital visits to define my son's future. I found myself dwelling on the child that I didn't have, thinking how unfair it was that we had to endure so many challenges we had already faced in the first 8 years of his life and uneasy nights where I listened to him sleep. Even at ten years old, he still could not read, only knew how to write his name, and could not be left alone to play in a playground due to lack of coordination and balance.