"I'm too busy worrying About what life holds for my baby girl. I am too busy, Too tired, Too worried, Too nervous, Too anxious, Too upset, Too overwhelmed to worry About people and their silly looks." So said a mother to me. And it is true, So very, very true. Yet it is also sad That we have to "worry" About what others think of us anyway. But if we, As parents, Do sometimes worry About how others see us and our children, Think for one moment What our children must feel. I do not care what others think, For the most part, Yet my son feels the pain Of other's disapproving looks And whispered comments. He hurts when people make fun of him Because he cannot speak clearly. He cries when other children will not play with him Just because he is different. Yet through it all He has maintained his innocence, His sense of humor, His laughter. As parents, We can still learn From our children. Even when it hurts. By Odis E. Shultz October 31, 1999 Dedicated to Justen, Rachel, Luci and Sierra And all of our children. http://www.geocities.com/heartland/trail/8488/
Reason for writing:
Not long ago, I shared a poem about my autistic son with another parent, a poem dealing with how others always seem to have all the answers, and this mother wrote back that she was too busy being a mother to care much what others think. This prompted me to write the above poem.
Birth sign: Cancer
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