Autism Night Before Christmas

[Guest guest]

Hello and Happy Holidays!  Found this in my Inbox today and thought some of you

might enjoy it...

Take care,

Jayne

Autism Night Before Christmas

by Waeltermann

Twas the Night Before Christmas

And all through the house

The creatures were stirring

Yes, even the mouse

We tried melatonin

And gave a hot bath

But the holiday jitters

They always distract

The children were finally

All nestled in bed

When nightmares of terror

Ran through my OWN head

Did I get the right gift

The right color

And style

Would there be a tantrum

Or even, maybe, a smile?

Our relatives come

But they don't understand

The pleasure he gets

Just from flapping his hands.

" He needs discipline, " they say

" Just a well-needed smack,

You must learn to parent... "

And on goes the attack

We smile and nod

Because we know deep inside

The argument is moot

Let them all take a side

We know what it's like

To live with the spectrum

The struggles and triumphs

Achievements, regressions...

But what they don't know

And what they don't see

Is the joy that we feel

Over simplicity

He said " hello "

He ate something green!

He told his first lie!

He did not cause a scene!

He peed on the potty

Who cares if he's ten,

He stopped saying the same thing

Again and again!

Others don't realize

Just how we can cope

How we bravely hang on

At the end of our rope

But what they don't see

Is the joy we can't hide

When our children with autism

Make the tiniest stride

We may look at others

Without the problems we face

With jealousy, hatred

Or even distaste,

But what they don't know

Nor sometimes do we

Is that children with autism

Bring simplicity.

We don't get excited

Over expensive things

We jump for joy

With the progress work brings

Children with autism

Try hard every day

That they make us proud

More than words can say.

They work even harder

Than you or I

To achieve something small

To reach a star in the sky

So to those who don't get it

Or can't get a clue

Take a walk in my shoes

And I'll assure you

That even 10 minutes

Into the walk

You'll look at me

With respect, even shock.

You will realize

What it is I go through

And the next time you judge

I can assure you

That you won't say a thing

You'll be quiet and learn,

Like the years that I did

When the tables were turned.......

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[Guest guest]

Jayne, Loved the poem. Thanks Cyndi

>

> Hello and Happy Holidays!  Found this in my Inbox today and thought

some of you might enjoy it...

> Take care,

> Jayne

>

>

> Autism Night Before Christmas

> by Waeltermann

>

> Twas the Night Before Christmas

> And all through the house

> The creatures were stirring

> Yes, even the mouse

>

> We tried melatonin

> And gave a hot bath

> But the holiday jitters

> They always distract

>

> The children were finally

> All nestled in bed

> When nightmares of terror

> Ran through my OWN head

>

> Did I get the right gift

> The right color

> And style

> Would there be a tantrum

> Or even, maybe, a smile?

>

> Our relatives come

> But they don't understand

> The pleasure he gets

> Just from flapping his hands.

>

> " He needs discipline, " they say

> " Just a well-needed smack,

> You must learn to parent... "

> And on goes the attack

>

> We smile and nod

> Because we know deep inside

> The argument is moot

> Let them all take a side

>

> We know what it's like

> To live with the spectrum

> The struggles and triumphs

> Achievements, regressions...

>

> But what they don't know

> And what they don't see

> Is the joy that we feel

> Over simplicity

>

> He said " hello "

> He ate something green!

> He told his first lie!

> He did not cause a scene!

>

> He peed on the potty

> Who cares if he's ten,

> He stopped saying the same thing

> Again and again!

>

> Others don't realize

> Just how we can cope

> How we bravely hang on

> At the end of our rope

>

> But what they don't see

> Is the joy we can't hide

> When our children with autism

> Make the tiniest stride

>

> We may look at others

> Without the problems we face

> With jealousy, hatred

> Or even distaste,

>

> But what they don't know

> Nor sometimes do we

> Is that children with autism

> Bring simplicity.

>

> We don't get excited

> Over expensive things

> We jump for joy

> With the progress work brings

>

> Children with autism

> Try hard every day

> That they make us proud

> More than words can say.

>

> They work even harder

> Than you or I

> To achieve something small

> To reach a star in the sky

>

> So to those who don't get it

> Or can't get a clue

> Take a walk in my shoes

> And I'll assure you

>

> That even 10 minutes

> Into the walk

> You'll look at me

> With respect, even shock.

>

> You will realize

> What it is I go through

> And the next time you judge

> I can assure you

>

> That you won't say a thing

> You'll be quiet and learn,

> Like the years that I did

> When the tables were turned.......

>  check out <font color= " #ff7f00 " >the view from my shoes</font> at

> <font color= " #60bf00 " ><a rel= " nofollow " target= " _blank "

href= " http://wickedbusymomto3.wordpress.com/ " >www.wickedbusymomto3.wor

dpress.com

> </a></font>

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