Having an autistic son is the only type of child I know about raising.
Everyday I wake, I am thankful that God gave him to me - perfectly created.
In the beginning of his life & diagnosis, I tried to mold him to be a normal child.
When my stupidity melted away, so did my self-imposed burden.
You see, this child had a few things to teach me.
He taught me
- how not to sweat the small stuff
- how to greet each day as if it was a second chance at living
- to wake from sleep with excitement of what the day could hold
- to take pleasure in the smallest of things
- to be content with you have
- not to want what you really don't need
- to be thankful for everything
- to not worry about anything
- to know that whatever you need, God will provide it
- to treat people w/the kindness, even though it will not always be returned
- to always smile
- & to let your happiness shine out to the world through your eyes.
Sunday Scribbling prompt: "treatment"