Friday, April 23, 2010

I Am The Child

I've posted this before, maybe a year or so ago.
It's worth the couple of minutes out of your day to read it..

I AM THE CHILD

I am the child who cannot talk. You often pity me, I see it in your eyes. You wonder how much I am aware of -- I see that as well. I am aware of much -- whether you are happy or sad or fearful, patient or impatient, full of love and desire, or if you are just doing your duty by me. I marvel at your frustration, knowing mine to be far greater, for I cannot express myself or my needs as you do.

You cannot conceive my isolation, so complete it is at times. I do not gift you with clever conversation, cute remarks to be laughed over and repeated. I do not give you answers to your everyday questions, responses over my well-being, sharing my needs, or comments about the world about me. I do not give you rewards as defined by the world's standards -- great strides in development that you can credit yourself; I do not give you understanding as you know it.

What I give you is so much more valuable -- I give you instead opportunities. Opportunities to discover the depth of your character, not mine; the depth of your love, your commitment, your patience, your abilities; the opportunity to explore your spirit more deeply than you imagined possible. I drive you further than you would ever go on your own, working harder, seeking answers to your many questions with no answers. I am the child who cannot talk.

I am the child who cannot walk. The world seems to pass me by. You see the longing in my eyes to get out of this chair, to run and play like other children. There is much you take for granted. I want the toys on the shelf, I need to go to the bathroom, oh I've dropped my fork again. I am dependant on you in these ways. My gift to you is to make you more aware of your great fortune, your healthy back and legs, your ability to do for yourself. Sometimes people appear not to notice me; I always notice them. I feel not so much envy as desire, desire to stand upright, to put one foot in front of the other, to be independent. I give you awareness. I am the child who cannot walk.

I am the child who is mentally impaired. I don't learn easily, if you judge me by the world's measuring stick, what I do know is infinite joy in simple things. I am not burdened as you are with the strifes and conflicts of a more complicated life. My gift to you is to grant you the freedom to enjoy things as a child, to teach you how much your arms around me mean, to give you love. I give you the gift of simplicity. I am the child who is mentally impaired.

I am the disabled child. I am your teacher. If you allow me, I will teach you what is really important in life. I will give you and teach you unconditional love. I gift you with my innocent trust, my dependency upon you. I teach you about how precious this life is and about not taking things for granted. I teach you about forgetting your own needs and desires and dreams. I teach you giving. Most of all I teach you hope and faith. I am the disabled child.

- Author Unknown -

7 comments:

Sander said...

That is beautiful. If only the world had a heart like that, then we wouldn't need poems. The world would care.

MJStump said...

these really does say it call and encompass how we all should really be and how we should look at the world.

i absolutely love the last part about how our children are our teachers. so Very true. i have learned so much more about life, myself, and my beautiful girl throughout this journey.

i may swipe this from you and share it on my blog if that is okay?

thanks for sharing :)
jody

Wherever HE Leads We'll Go said...

Beautiful!

Jessica said...

Thanks for posting this. The words really hit home. I agree with MJStump our children are our teachers. As cliched as this sounds, I know I am a better person because of what my son has taught me over the past year.

Lisa said...

So true... beautifully written.

Why is it that I always read the teary post just as my door bell rings and I have to greet my guest with runny mascara trying not to cry..lol

Theresa said...

So very, very true. I often feel frustrated when people tell me how lucky my son is to have my husband and I as parents...we are by far the luckier ones in this arrangement! He has taught us so much and has given us such a deep appreciation for the disabled. May I repost this on my blog? I can think of a lot of parents I know who will find it inspiring!

Samantha said...

That is wonderful, I would love to repost this on my blog also, it is just beautiful.