As some of you may know, I’ve recently offered up my blog space as a forum through which both parents of children with Autism and adults with Autism themselves, can begin to share their own stories and experiences in their own words. Some of them may be first time writers, others well seasoned veterans. Yet all of them, in their own ways will have something important to say.
I hope you will take the time to read and value the wisdom that they all have to share.
This first poem has been written by Heather, mother of a son with Autism.
Your son may never be popular,
May never be considered cool,
He may never have kids knocking on the door for him after school,
Or enjoy the pleasures of being just a kid larking around,
Sport many never be an interest he has found,
He may never get excited about what Santa may bring,
And to him the tooth fairy coming,
May never mean a thing,
He might not find any pleasure in reading the latest book,
Or ever see the joy in discovering how trendy he could look,
But the little things that may pass us by,
He will see with his own inner eye,
Like the silliness of having a falling out,
And of making others cry,
His quirky ways and honest thoughts,
His viewing of things in different ways,
Of seeing through the falseness of pretense,
Of not caring for a phase,
Without the complexities of friendships,
Facts and figures,
Dates and times,
True stories from real life,
They never lose,
So before you grieve,
Or feel sad for someone who doesn’t pas,
Just for one minute,
Bin the bad points,
And realize instead,
That you are,
Written by Heather.