My first job as a caregiver was because I was the proud mother of a special needs son. When I discovered he was going to be a paraplegic I knew I had to learn everything about his special care and guide him to be the fine young man he is today. I loved and cherished every moment with him. It was my job. My heart finds the beauty in every person. I have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills me with compassion, gentleness, and a loving concern for those in need of a helping hand.. That's why I love being a caregiver.