The_Disabled_Children
I am the child who cannot talk.
You often pity me,
I see it in your eyes.
You wonder how much I am aware of...
I see that as well.
I am aware of much
whether you are happy or sad,
patient or impatient,
full of love and desire,
or if you are just doing your duty by me.
I marvel at your frustrations,
knowing mine to be far greater,
for I cannot express myself
nor my needs as you do.
You cannot conceive my isolation,
so complete is it at times.
I do not gift you with clever conversation,
cute remarks to be laughed over and repeated.
I do not give you answers to your everyday questions,
responses over my well-being,
sharing my needs,
or comments about the world around me.
I do not give you rewards
as defined by the world's standards...
great strides in development that you can credit yourself;
I do not give you understanding as you know it.
What I give you is much more valuable...
I give you instead opportunities.
Opportunities to discover the depth of your character,
not mine.
The depth of your love,
your commitment,
your patience,
your abilities,
the opportunity to explore your spirit more deeply than you imagined possible.
I drive you further than you would ever go on your own,
working harder,
seeking answers to your many questions,
creating questions with no answers.
I am the child who cannot talk.
I am the child who is mentally impaired.
I do not learn easily,
if you judge me by the world's measuring stick.
What I do know is infinite joy in the simple things.
I am not burdened as you are with the strife's
and conflicts of a more complicated life.
My gift to you is to grant you the freedom to enjoy things as a child,
to teach you how much your arms around me mean,
to give you love.
I give you the gift of simplicity.
I am the child who is mentally impaired.
I am the disabled child.
I am your teacher.
If you allow me,
I will teach you about what is really important in this life.
I will give you and teach you unconditional love.
I gift you with my innocent trust,
my dependency upon you.
I teach you of respect for others and their uniqueness.
I teach you about the sanctity of life. I teach you about how precious this very life is
and about not taking things for granted.
I teach you about forgetting your own needs
and desires
and dreams.
I teach you giving.
Most of all,
I teach you hope and faith.
I am the disabled child.
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