Post by Sorka on May 6, 2004 8:16:51 GMT -5
This poem is written mainly for Mom's of kids with autism.. but it soo much applies I had to post it!
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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 Mary. 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 Mary.
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 Rosa 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 Michelle Guppy - MichelleMGuppy@y... - inspired by
Special Mothers I have met on my journey.
Enjoy!!
D
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 Mary. 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 Mary.
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 Rosa 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 Michelle Guppy - MichelleMGuppy@y... - inspired by
Special Mothers I have met on my journey.
Enjoy!!
