{Disarmed} RE: {Disarmed} Re: I am..............for mothers of Special Needs Children.

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{Disarmed} Re: I am..............for mothers of

Special Needs Children.

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Re: I am..............for mothers of Special Needs

Children.

HI Liz - Did you write this? I would like to print a copy to give to

parents in the support group I facilitate but would like to give credit to

the author.

thanks

/diane

Liz D wrote:

I am..............for mothers of Special Needs Children.

I am the little engine that did. When on my journey in life, my tracks led

me to a mountain - a diagnosis of (Autism, CP, MR, ...) - I looked at it

with defeat - thinking there was no way I could climb over it. I then

pondered the obstacle before me, and I then said to myself over and over,

" I

think I can, I think I can..., " then I slowly started climbing the

mountain

saying to myself over and over, " I know I can, I know I can,.... " and then

I

made it over that ominous diagnosis and continued my journey. I am the

little engine that did.

I am more devoted than Noah's wife. I sometimes feel overwhelmed in my

" houseboat " -- 365 days and 365 nights a year, constantly working with and

teaching my child. But when the storms of isolation and monotony become

most

unbearable, I do not jump ship. Instead I wait for the rainbow that is

promised to come.

I am Xena. Real life warrior goddess of Autism. With my steel plated armor

I

can battle anyone who gets in the way of progress for my child. I can

overcome the stares and ignorance of those without a disability in their

lives - and educate them as to why my child is the way he is, and why he

does the things he does. With my sword of persistence, I can battle the

schools to have them properly educate my child. Yes, I am Xena - and I am

prepared for any battle that might come my way......

I am beautiful. I have hairy legs because I get no time alone in the

bathroom, and bags under my eyes from staying up all night with my child.

The only exercise I get is the sprint from my house to my car - to take my

child to therapy. Dressed up to me is, well - just that I had a moment to

get dressed! They say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder - and so

even on the days when I don't feel very beautiful - I will know that I

am........ because God is my beholder.

I am the Bionic Woman. With my bionic vision - I can see through the

disability my child has, and see the beauty in his soul, the intelligence

in

his eyes --- when others can't. I have bionic hearing - I can look at my

child when he smiles at me, and hear his voice say, " I Love You

Mommy, " ---

even though he can't talk. Yes, I am thankful to be Bionic.

I am . A not so well known mother of a Special Needs child who was

brought here to touch the souls of those around him, in a way that will

forever change them. And it started with me. By teaching me things I would

never have known, by bringing me friendships I never would have had, and

by

opening my eyes as to what really matters in life. Things like the Joy of

just living in the moment, the Peace of knowing that God is in control,

never losing Hope, and knowing an unconditional Love that words cannot

express. Yes, I too am blessed by a special child, just like .

I am Superwoman. I am able to leap over tall loads of laundry in a single

bound, and run faster than a speeding bullet, to rescue my child from

danger. Oh yes, without a doubt, I am Superwoman.

I am Moses. I was chosen to be the mother of a Special Needs Child. I may

at

times question whether I am the right " man " for the job ---but God will

give

me the Faith I need to lead my child to be the best he can be. And like

Moses, God will give me the small Miracles here and there, needed to

accomplish my mission.

I am Stretch Armstrong - a mom that can be stretched beyond belief and

still somehow return to normal. I can stretch limited funds to cover every

treatment and therapy that insurance won't. I can stretch my patience as I

bounce from doctor to doctor in a quest to treat my child. I can stretch

what time I have, and share it with my husband, my children, my church,

and

still have some leftover to help my friends. Yes, my name is Stretch. And

I

have the stretch-marks to prove it!

I am Parks. I refuse to move or waiver in what I believe is right for

my child --simply because my view is the minority, not the majority. I

refuse to believe " What can one mother do? " But instead, I will write,

call,

and rally to the government if I have to, and do whatever it takes to

prevent discrimination against my child and ensure that he gets the

services

he needs.

I am Hercules. The Greek god known for strength and courage. The heavy

loads

I must carry would make others crumble to the ground. The weight of

Sorrow,

Fear at uncertainty of the future, Injustice at having no answers, and the

Tears of despair, would alone possibly be too much, --- even for Hercules.

But then the Joy, Laughter, Smiles, and Pride, - at my child's

accomplishments, - balance the load to make it easy to bear.

I am touched by an Angel. An Angel who lives in a world of her own. And

it's

true. She lives in a world of innocence and purity. A world without hatred

or deceit. A world where everyone is beautiful and where no-one is ugly. A

world where there is always enough time. A world where she goes to bed

with

no worries of tomorrow and wakes up with no regrets of the past. Yes, I

most

certainly am touched by an Angel, and in some ways, her world is

better....

I am a true " Survivor " - the mom of a child, who has faced, is facing, and

will face, --some of the most difficult challenges life has to offer. I am

ready for the challenge and have God given endurance to last until the

end, -- along with a sense of humor to cope with all the twists, turns,

and

surprises along the way. Oh yes, I am a TRUE " Survivor " - and I don't need

to win a million dollars to prove it!!!

I am a mom of a special needs child, all the above, and so much more.

Someday's I will want to be none of the above - and just be a typical mom

with a typical child, doing typical things. On those days I will know it's

okay to be angry, and to cry, and to lean on my family, friends, for

support. Because after all, ---the most important thing I am, ..... is

human.

[Guest guest]

Thank you, Janet!!!!! I rec'd this poem last Mother's Day from someone, and

just found it again. When I got it, it was not authored!!!

Liz

Re: I am..............for mothers of Special Needs

Children.

HI Liz - Did you write this? I would like to print a copy to give to

parents in the support group I facilitate but would like to give credit to

the author.

thanks

/diane

Liz D wrote:

I am..............for mothers of Special Needs Children.

I am the little engine that did. When on my journey in life, my tracks led

me to a mountain - a diagnosis of (Autism, CP, MR, ...) - I looked at it

with defeat - thinking there was no way I could climb over it. I then

pondered the obstacle before me, and I then said to myself over and over,

" I

think I can, I think I can..., " then I slowly started climbing the

mountain

saying to myself over and over, " I know I can, I know I can,.... " and then

I

made it over that ominous diagnosis and continued my journey. I am the

little engine that did.

I am more devoted than Noah's wife. I sometimes feel overwhelmed in my

" houseboat " -- 365 days and 365 nights a year, constantly working with and

teaching my child. But when the storms of isolation and monotony become

most

unbearable, I do not jump ship. Instead I wait for the rainbow that is

promised to come.

I am Xena. Real life warrior goddess of Autism. With my steel plated armor

I

can battle anyone who gets in the way of progress for my child. I can

overcome the stares and ignorance of those without a disability in their

lives - and educate them as to why my child is the way he is, and why he

does the things he does. With my sword of persistence, I can battle the

schools to have them properly educate my child. Yes, I am Xena - and I am

prepared for any battle that might come my way......

I am beautiful. I have hairy legs because I get no time alone in the

bathroom, and bags under my eyes from staying up all night with my child.

The only exercise I get is the sprint from my house to my car - to take my

child to therapy. Dressed up to me is, well - just that I had a moment to

get dressed! They say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder - and so

even on the days when I don't feel very beautiful - I will know that I

am........ because God is my beholder.

I am the Bionic Woman. With my bionic vision - I can see through the

disability my child has, and see the beauty in his soul, the intelligence

in

his eyes --- when others can't. I have bionic hearing - I can look at my

child when he smiles at me, and hear his voice say, " I Love You

Mommy, " ---

even though he can't talk. Yes, I am thankful to be Bionic.

I am . A not so well known mother of a Special Needs child who was

brought here to touch the souls of those around him, in a way that will

forever change them. And it started with me. By teaching me things I would

never have known, by bringing me friendships I never would have had, and

by

opening my eyes as to what really matters in life. Things like the Joy of

just living in the moment, the Peace of knowing that God is in control,

never losing Hope, and knowing an unconditional Love that words cannot

express. Yes, I too am blessed by a special child, just like .

I am Superwoman. I am able to leap over tall loads of laundry in a single

bound, and run faster than a speeding bullet, to rescue my child from

danger. Oh yes, without a doubt, I am Superwoman.

I am Moses. I was chosen to be the mother of a Special Needs Child. I may

at

times question whether I am the right " man " for the job ---but God will

give

me the Faith I need to lead my child to be the best he can be. And like

Moses, God will give me the small Miracles here and there, needed to

accomplish my mission.

I am Stretch Armstrong - a mom that can be stretched beyond belief and

still somehow return to normal. I can stretch limited funds to cover every

treatment and therapy that insurance won't. I can stretch my patience as I

bounce from doctor to doctor in a quest to treat my child. I can stretch

what time I have, and share it with my husband, my children, my church,

and

still have some leftover to help my friends. Yes, my name is Stretch. And

I

have the stretch-marks to prove it!

I am Parks. I refuse to move or waiver in what I believe is right for

my child --simply because my view is the minority, not the majority. I

refuse to believe " What can one mother do? " But instead, I will write,

call,

and rally to the government if I have to, and do whatever it takes to

prevent discrimination against my child and ensure that he gets the

services

he needs.

I am Hercules. The Greek god known for strength and courage. The heavy

loads

I must carry would make others crumble to the ground. The weight of

Sorrow,

Fear at uncertainty of the future, Injustice at having no answers, and the

Tears of despair, would alone possibly be too much, --- even for Hercules.

But then the Joy, Laughter, Smiles, and Pride, - at my child's

accomplishments, - balance the load to make it easy to bear.

I am touched by an Angel. An Angel who lives in a world of her own. And

it's

true. She lives in a world of innocence and purity. A world without hatred

or deceit. A world where everyone is beautiful and where no-one is ugly. A

world where there is always enough time. A world where she goes to bed

with

no worries of tomorrow and wakes up with no regrets of the past. Yes, I

most

certainly am touched by an Angel, and in some ways, her world is

better....

I am a true " Survivor " - the mom of a child, who has faced, is facing, and

will face, --some of the most difficult challenges life has to offer. I am

ready for the challenge and have God given endurance to last until the

end, -- along with a sense of humor to cope with all the twists, turns,

and

surprises along the way. Oh yes, I am a TRUE " Survivor " - and I don't need

to win a million dollars to prove it!!!

I am a mom of a special needs child, all the above, and so much more.

Someday's I will want to be none of the above - and just be a typical mom

with a typical child, doing typical things. On those days I will know it's

okay to be angry, and to cry, and to lean on my family, friends, for

support. Because after all, ---the most important thing I am, ..... is

human.