Guest guest Posted May 6, 2004 Report Share Posted May 6, 2004 I am ..............for mothers of Children with Special Needs . 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 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 waver 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 his own. And it's true. He 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 he 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, his 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. Somedays 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 o.k. to be angry, and to cry, and to lean on my family, friends, and church, for support. Because after all, ---the most important thing I am, ..... is human. **** And on this day, and any other day I need to, I will read this as a reminder, of just who it is, ~ I am...... c. May 2000 By Guppy - MGuppy@... - inspired by Special Mothers I have met on my journey - and dedicated to all Special Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 6, 2004 Report Share Posted May 6, 2004 All I can say is Wow! What a poem this is. It was a great blessing reading this, and to you who wrote it (I don't know if you did or someone else did) but if this is Guppie, bravo. You have a great gift. God bless you and thank you... Tina mom of Abraham and Micah SCD 3 and a half weeks > > > I am ..............for mothers of Children with Special Needs . > > > > 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 > 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 waver 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 his own. And > it's true. He 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 he > 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, his 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. > Somedays 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 o.k. to be angry, and to cry, and to lean on my family, friends, > and church, for support. Because after all, ---the most important thing > I am, ..... is human. > > **** > > And on this day, and any other day I need to, I will read this as a > reminder, of just who it is, ~ I am...... > > > > c. May 2000 By Guppy - MGuppy@y... - inspired by > Special Mothers I have met on my journey - and dedicated to all Special > > > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 6, 2004 Report Share Posted May 6, 2004 Re: Happy Mother's Day > All I can say is Wow! What a poem this is. It was a great blessing > reading this, and to you who wrote it (I don't know if you did or > someone else did) but if this is Guppie, bravo. You have a > great gift. God bless you and thank you... > > Tina mom of Abraham and Micah SCD 3 and a half weeks > > > > > > > > I am ..............for mothers of Children with Special Needs . > > > > > > > > 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 > > 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 waver 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 his own. > And > > it's true. He 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 he > > 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, his 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. > > Somedays 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 o.k. to be angry, and to cry, and to lean on my family, > friends, > > and church, for support. Because after all, ---the most important > thing > > I am, ..... is human. > > > > **** > > > > And on this day, and any other day I need to, I will read this as a > > reminder, of just who it is, ~ I am...... > > > > > > > > c. May 2000 By Guppy - MGuppy@y... - inspired by > > Special Mothers I have met on my journey - and dedicated to all > Special > > > > > > > > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 6, 2004 Report Share Posted May 6, 2004 I second that. Your words are inspiring. I too have an offering for Mother's Day. THE SENSATION OF THINGS You love the sensation of things in a way I have never witnessed them loved. To you a bar of soap is an irresistible delight. The slippery feel of its body, the sudsy taste of its bubbles, make you smile wide with irrepressible satisfaction, as if you have found a treasure no other being has ever justly known how to enjoy. The sight of food throws you into frantic desire. And it is not just physical hunger igniting you to such lust, but some greater emotional craving, for with desperate intensity you insist on carrying packages of bite-sized provisions in your baby clutches, fingering them sacredly like the smallest of bag ladies. You are passionately enamored of the vast and permissible outdoors. Wandering in meditative splendor, you explore nature's spaces with triumphant abandon. And when you can not be there you stare mesmerized out any window, as if you have willed a part yourself through the glass with your longing. Sudden force intrigues you to the point of outrageous obsession. You propel without tire object upon object, just for the joy of letting it fly. You thrust with quick slaps at any target within your reach and with placid gaze you seem to digest the repercussive vibrations as necessary nourishment. Strobotic dance defines your rhythm. Your pace is constant, exhaustive, up and down, side to side, circling round. Every task unfinished but not forgotten, as if you know there is so much to chose from, and are determined to frenetically sample, and eventually devour, every pie. At dusk, when the bell tolls your hour, I lay your blonde and mussy head upon a pillow and with great relief kiss your puckering lips goodnight. I slip beyond your door and breath deep on the other side filling my lungs with all the space you take up by day. These dark hours are mine and I live well in them knowing you drift to sleep in contentment. For you do not contemplate the future or toil with what ifs. Your focus is the moment and every one is spent in sweet and utter blissful sensation. Happy Mother's Day Re: Happy Mother's Day > All I can say is Wow! What a poem this is. It was a great blessing > reading this, and to you who wrote it (I don't know if you did or > someone else did) but if this is Guppie, bravo. You have a > great gift. God bless you and thank you... > > Tina mom of Abraham and Micah SCD 3 and a half weeks > > > > > > > > I am ..............for mothers of Children with Special Needs . > > > > > > > > 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 > > 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 waver 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 his own. > And > > it's true. He 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 he > > 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, his 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. > > Somedays 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 o.k. to be angry, and to cry, and to lean on my family, > friends, > > and church, for support. Because after all, ---the most important > thing > > I am, ..... is human. > > > > **** > > > > And on this day, and any other day I need to, I will read this as a > > reminder, of just who it is, ~ I am...... > > > > > > > > c. May 2000 By Guppy - MGuppy@y... - inspired by > > Special Mothers I have met on my journey - and dedicated to all > Special > > > > > > > > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 6, 2004 Report Share Posted May 6, 2004 My, I am totally blown away at the depth and talent you have as well. Thank you for such a vivid picture of what you go through. I could almost sense it as if I was there in the poem seeing each thing happening. Blessings on you for sharing that art with us. It is beautiful and haunting the way you wrote it. You should look into publishing that somewhere, really. Tina > > > > > > > > > I am ..............for mothers of Children with Special Needs . > > > > > > > > > > > > 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 > > > 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 waver 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 his own. > > And > > > it's true. He 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 he > > > 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, his 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. > > > Somedays 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 o.k. to be angry, and to cry, and to lean on my family, > > friends, > > > and church, for support. Because after all, ---the most important > > thing > > > I am, ..... is human. > > > > > > **** > > > > > > And on this day, and any other day I need to, I will read this as a > > > reminder, of just who it is, ~ I am...... > > > > > > > > > > > > c. May 2000 By Guppy - MGuppy@y... - inspired by > > > Special Mothers I have met on my journey - and dedicated to all > > Special > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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