FW: [TALKASAPhilly] An Autism poem forwarded to me....Happy Holidays!!!

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to me from another parent...Happy Holidays!!!An autism poem forwarded to me.

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From: TALKASAPhilly [mailto:TALKASAPhilly ] On

Behalf Of mrsmainiSent: Thursday, December 18, 2008 4:15 PMTo:

TALKASAPhilly@...: [TALKASAPhilly] This was forwarded to me

from another parent...Happy Holidays!!!

..A Walk in My ShoesC. Waeltermann, 2007Twas the Night Before ChristmasAnd all

through the houseThe creatures were stirringYes, even the mouseWe tried

melatonin And gave a hot bathBut the holiday jittersThey always distractThe

children were finallyAll nestled in bedWhen nightmares of terrorRan through my

OWN headDid I get the right giftThe right colorAnd styleWould there be a

tantrumOr even, maybe, a smile?Our relatives comeBut they don't understandThe

pleasure he getsJust from flapping his hands. " He needs discipline, " they

say " Just a well-needed smack,You must learn to parent.. " And on goes the attackWe

smile and nodBecause we know deep insideThe argument is mootLet them all take a

sideWe know what it's likeTo live with the spectrumThe struggles and

triumphsAchievements, regressions….But what they don't knowAnd what they don't

seeIs the joy that we feelOver simplicityHe said " hello " He ate something

green!He told his first lie!He did not cause a scene!He peed on the pottyWho

cares if he's ten,He stopped saying the same thingAgain and again!Others don't

realizeJust how we can copeHow we bravely hang onAt the end of our ropeBut what

they don't seeIs the joy we can't hideWhen our children with autismMake the

tiniest strideWe may look at othersWithout the problems we faceWith jealousy,

hatredOr even distaste,But what they don't knowNor sometimes do weIs that

children with autismBring simplicity.We don't get excitedOver expensive thingsWe

jump for joyWith the progress work bringsChildren with autismTry hard every

dayThat they make us proudMore than words can say.They work even harderThan you

or ITo achieve something smallTo reach a star in the skySo to those who don't

get itOr can't get a clueTake a walk in my shoesAnd I'll assure you…That even 10

minutesInto the walkYou'll look at meWith respect, even shock.You will

realizeWhat it is I go throughAnd the next time you judgeI can assure youThat

you won't say a thingYou'll be quiet and learn,Like the years that I didWhen the

tables were turned.

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