WHEN A CHILD IS BORN WE COUNT FINGERS AND TOES, REASSURING OURSELVES ALL IS RIGHT. LITTLE DO WE STOP AND THINK OF WHAT IS HIDDIN IN THE TINY BODY BEFORE US. WILL THIS CHILD TALK AT THE RIGHT AGE, OR WALK AT THE RIGHT AGE? WILL SHE PAY ATTENTION IN CLASS, OR LACK THE ABILITY TO DO SO? THESE THINGS WE DO NOT KNOW. WE MUST WAIT AND SEE WHAT GOD HAS IN HIS PLANS. AS OUR CHILD DEVELOPS WE LEARN OF THINGS SUCH AS AUTISM OR ATTENTION DEFICIT, DEPRESSION, AND OPPOSITIONAL DEFIANCE. OUR REALITY CHANGES THEN WHETHER WE WANT IT TO OR NOT. WE SEE THINGS DIFFERENTLY, NOTICING THE THINGS WE USED TO TAKE FOR GRANTED. HOPEFULLY WE LEARN TO ACCEPT THE GOOD WITH THE BAD AND TO CELEBRATE EVEN THE SMALLEST OF STEPS. FOR OUR CHILD IS STILL THE SAME CHILD , HE STILL HAS TEN TOES, TEN FINGERS, AND HE STILL NEEDS OUR LOVE. NOW, MORE THAN EVER. BY ODIS E. SHULTZ SEPTEMBER 1999 PLEASE REMEMBER TO HUG YOUR CHILD TODAY http://www.geocities.com/heartland/trail/8488/
Reason for writing:
I am just trying to get the message out that even if a child has a disability, he/she still needs the same love and attention received by other children.
Birth sign: Cancer
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