To Whom It May Concern:
Without having to utter one word--without having to open the inner chambers of my heart of hearts. Without having the words to tell you myself--know that I am my mother's child. If you looked into her eyes and saw her soul; you would see I am her seed--her fruit. Your judgement of me never falls far from her ears or her heart. It destroys her when you talk bad about me--it hurts her when you ignore me. It should go without saying but it never does so I will say it--learn to love me just the way I am--I AM MY MOTHER'S CHILD.
Sincerely,
Every Child
I am not different from any other mother when it comes to my children. My heart is intimately connected to their very being. You can't carry a baby in your womb and not have a connection to it. Among my three children, Zachary is my middle kid that has been diagnosed with autism. He is profoundly affected by the disability--no legible speech, still needing help with many life skills and still largely unaware of how the world really works. On the other hand, he is a joy--he smiles and laughs and dances like there is no tomorrow. Music is his diet of choice for spirit, mind, and body. One of my friends always says "Heaven Hi". I am not sure what she meant by the term, but I think it is a greeting that takes you to a higher ground--it takes one to another level. When I think of "Heaven Hi," I always think of Zachary. While we are light years from the times when persons with disabilities like Zachary were shut away in closets, attics, and institutions; we now have to deal with another kind of imprisonment. Zachary will never have to worry about being fed, housed, or taken care of, but he is largely ignored. Sometimes just giving him a "Heaven Hi" is acknowledging his humanity. He also is a part of this world that God designed even if we don't understand the 'whys' of his humanity. The point: he's here, he's quirky, get use to it! This is Tuesday Talk--I hope you heard me. http://www.squidalicious.com/
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