Archive for January, 2010
Angels I’ve Encountered
January 7th, 2010 | 
Author: Do you ever feel like you’ve encountered an angel in your life? I have. I feel like I’ve crossed plenty of angels in my lifetime, but most importantly since I’ve had children. I’ve asked for guidance when I felt desperate and lost without hope, and somehow I am always led to comfort.
Angels are people that suddenly show up in your life and lift your spirits back to where they should be. Angels are also people that are so willing to help in situations that seem impossible.
I believe that some of the angels who have crossed my path are:
The teachers who’ve been slapped, kicked, and screamed at, but continued to smile and strive for a response from a child with autism.
The friends, who I’ve bitched at, cried with, laughed with, or just sat silently with.
The unconditional love a sibling gives to her brother or sister with autism who shows no sign of love in return.
The speech teachers who never give up achieving an utter, a word, or a sentence from a child’s lips who cannot speak.
The elderly man who smiles so gently in line at the grocery store duing your child’s meltdown.
The many parents I meet at autism events, who eagerly share their compassion through their own stories.
Angels are ordinary people not afraid to share their hearts and put forth the effort for someone else.
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Do Children with Autism understand death???
Do children with autism understand death? Do they mourn? Do they understand when people are sad?
I’m not sure if my daughter (who has autism) understands. Maybe she does and just doesn’t know how to show her emotions. With that being said, I decided to write a poem to her about the passing of her grandpa.
Jackie,
My grandpa died today. He was great grandpa to you. Do you remember grandpa? I’m not sure that you do.
He’s gone to heaven, a place beyond the clouds far away.
Do you remember heaven? It’s where angels stay.
Do you remember angels? We talk to them when we pray.
Your grandpa told great stories when we gathered around.
He always joked and laughed, he was such a clown.
Grandpa worked hard to provide a warm, happy home.
He fought for our country over seas all alone.
Grandpa pickled everything from beets to beans.
He made the best rubarb jelly and hated the color green.
Grandpa visited you this summer and was amazed to see you swim.
He didn’t realize what a mermaid you were with no fear to jump in.
Grandpa loved grandma, his bride so true.
Grandma loved him and cared for him through and through.
Grandpa always stood strong on how important family was.
I guess that’s why I’m here and your here because of his love.
Love,
Mom