One of R’s therapists is expecting a baby
And has the worst morning sickness
“Who made the term morning sickness.. a man probably ..its all day everyday” she grumbles
As R, the human Prozac, holds her face in his hands to kiss her, her mood changes and she says
“ It will be all worth it one day though.. one day when I have a child like R”
A child like R !
Not something a mother of a special needs child gets to hear ...ever
In the early days of our autism-life, we would ask everybody for a prognosis – neurologist, psychologist, earlyinterventionist, person-who-knew-any-autistic-people-ist, mother of auties etc – as to what the future looked like for R
It did not take us long to realize that nobody knew
In fact, we were the ones that R’s world looked to ,
To describe R,
To know his worth
To predict his future
And so we chose the contended road
Chose to look at all of R- not just his problems
Unabashedly boasted about his strengths
Ruled nothing out
It has been the single most important choice we have made as parents and is the source of our happy family
Further, It has been the most powerful therapy that we have used
For R in the glow of our adoring gaze is simply blossoming
Last but not the least, his teachers and therapists , are infected by our hope and faith in him
So much so
That someone wants a child like R
Here is R giggling with a therapist who uses this picture as her facebook profile
Lovely Melody asks us to share something that makes us happy
And the love he gets from those that don’t have to love him but still do - makes me so
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