I saw this poem and thought it was fitting since April is Autism Awareness month. I learn something new everyday from all of the children on my caseload with Autism. There is never a dull moment, each child allows me to think outside the box to brainstorm new therapy approaches that will in some way help to advance their skills. Joy is the best word to describe what each one of them adds to my world! I Am The Child I am the child who cannot talk. You often pity me, I see it in your eyes. You wonder how much I am aware of. I see that as well. I am aware of much … whether you are happy or sad or fearful, patient or impatient, full of love and desire, or if you are just doing your duty by me. I marvel at your frustration, knowing mine to be far greater, for I cannot express myself or my needs as you do. You cannot conceive my isolation, so complete it is at times. I do not gift you with clever conversation, cute remarks to be laughed over and repeated. I do not give you answers to your everyday questions, responses over my well being, sharing my needs, or comments about the world about me. I do not give you rewards as defined by the world’s standards.. great strides in development that you can credit yourself; I do not give you understanding as you know it. What I give you is so much more valuable… I give you instead opportunities. Opportunities to discover the depth of your character, not mine; the depth of your love, your commitment, your patience, your abilities; the opportunity to explore your spirit more deeply than you imagined possible. I drive you further than you would ever go on your own, working harder, seeking answers to your many questions with no answers. I am the child who cannot talk. I am the child who cannot walk. The world seems to pass me by. You see the longing in my eyes to get out of this chair, to run and play like other children. There is much you take for granted. I want the toys on the shelf, I need to go to the bathroom, oh I’ve dropped my fork again. I am dependant on you in these ways. My gift to you is to make you more aware of your great fortune, your healthy back and legs, your ability to do for yourself. Sometimes people appear not to notice me; I always notice them. I feel not so much envy as desire, desire to stand upright, to put one foot in front of the other, to be independent. I give you awareness. I am the child who cannot walk. I am the child who is mentally impaired. I don’t learn easily, if you judge me by the world’s measuring stick, what I do know is infinite joy in simple things. I am not burdened as you are with the strifes and conflicts of a more complicated life. My gift to you is to grant you the freedom to enjoy things as a child, to teach you how much your arms around me mean, to give you love. I give you the gift of simplicity. I am the child who is mentally impaired. I am the disabled child. I am your teacher. If you allow me, I will teach you what is really important in life. I will give you and teach you unconditional love. I gift you with my innocent trust, my dependency upon you. I teach you about how precious this life is and about not taking things for granted. I teach you about forgetting your own needs and desires and dreams. I teach you giving. Most of all I teach you hope and faith. I am the disabled child. ~Author Unknown~
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Andrew
5/17/2011 10:17:27 pm
This particular poem you've selected really express your true and loving feelings for helping children achieve more. I Like it! Keep Up To Good Work!
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Futureslps.com
8/16/2011 10:53:43 pm
Andrew: Thank you for your positive feedback, I really appreciate it. Thank you for visiting Futureslps.com
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Linda Corralejo
9/30/2011 04:25:42 am
I just lost my grandson and searched out this poem. My daughter loved it so I really just want to be close to him right now. This poem helped me do that today. He taught me so much. Rest in peace Jayden Thomas Martinez 4/3/2009- 8/9/2011
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Futureslps.com
10/5/2011 09:15:38 am
Linda: Many thoughts are with you and your family. I am sorry to hear about the loss of your grandson, I am glad that this poem helped you find some peace.
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