Some other time, some other place, and things would be different, maybe.
You might even know my name. You might even love me.
But if you'd let me share your world, I promise I could make things right.
So won't you let me share your world?
Won't you let me in?
I wrote those lyrics in 1998. Back then, my 3-yr-old twin daughters lived in their own
(
Read more... )
Comments 67
:)
Robin Williams talked about the two dreams parents have;
one ends with,
"I'd like to thank the members of the Nobel Prize Committee..."
and the other with,
"Would you like fries with that?"
Not that I'm complaining, mind you,
with dreams at once much smaller yet somehow more profound,
lost between the Nobel Prize and fries.
Reply
Reply
Reply
"Yes, I'll have that Nobel prize. The one in the case there. A little to the left...yes. Now, can I get fries with that? Thank you so much!"
Reply
Autism itself runs the gamut. There is mild, and not-so-mild. I'm not saying I understand a lot about it, and if I did, that would be an outright lie: but yes, what we want is for our children to be happy.
Reply
Amen to that :)
Reply
(The comment has been removed)
We were told that the odds of having non-identical twin girls who were both autistic was so unlikely, we should have done the lottery :)
Reply
(The comment has been removed)
Reply
My only experiences with people with autism are occasional conversations. Once, on a snowy hill, on a cold day, it was my kids and this other family and their kids and one of the boys was autistic (the mother told me afterward). I talked with him--it was like wandering in a foreign country; I felt honored that he did decide to talk to me.
A neighbor girl has some sort of mental challenge that may be autism, or may be something else. I've known her from small childhood. She talks without any affect, but some things make her very happy and some things upset her terribly. Her mind seems to get stuck on some things, and she'll go round about them in talking, round and round. She seems to like me, and I like her a whole lot. She always asks after my youngest son, who's a few years younger than she is, and who played with her a few times when they were both very little.
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment