This past week, I forgot….
That to many people Asperger’s looks like a disability.
They don’t see it like I do: for all of it’s positives among the quirks.
They don’t see it for who I do… my child who is perfectly made the way he is.
I forgot, that some want to cure it.
They think that if I was just a firmer parent it would be fixed.
They don’t realize that firm can sometimes be crushing.
That strict can stifle the soul.
I forgot, that many want to place blame.
“It’s not my fault that this happened.” Or, “Why did this occur?”
But, what if this is not a punishment or a deficit.
Rather, a gift and a calling – to cherish this precious life.
I will not forget that I am the best advocate for my son.
That he is not broken.
That he does not need to be fixed.
That loving him just the way he is, is the best kind of parenting around.