Friday, April 23, 2010

Swiper No Swipee?

Sometimes, other people's blogs that I read are just better than anything I am going to be able to write on any given day. In those instances I am not above stealing their material and either posting it here or linking to it.

In this case, I am gonna do both. I got this from the blog Better Than Normal, a blog written by one of my Cyber-Sisters Melanie. She writes about her son, Daniel, and has a very nice Welcome Message that makes me think I need to come up with something like that for my blog. It is a little dense and confusing and not easily processed for any newbie.

Much like me. But I digress yet again. Here is the piece of writing I wanted to steal from Melanie and post here. I edited it a bit. Of COURSE I can't NOT screw around with it. :)


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 or fearful, patient or impatient, full of love and desire, or if you are just doing your duty by me.

I marvel at your frustration, knowing mine to be far greater, for I cannot express myself or my needs as you do.

You cannot conceive my isolation, so complete it is 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 about 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 so 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 with no answers.

I am the child who cannot walk.

The world seems to pass me by.

You see the longing in my eyes to get out of this chair, to run and play like other children. There is much you take for granted. I want the toys on the shelf, I need to go to the bathroom, oh I've dropped my fork again.

I am dependent on you in these ways.

My gift to you is to make you more aware of your great fortune, your healthy back and legs, your ability to do for yourself. Sometimes people appear not to notice me; I always notice them. I feel not so much envy as desire, desire to stand upright, to put one foot in front of the other, to be independent.

I give you awareness.

I am the child who is mentally impaired.

I don't learn easily, if you judge me by the world's measuring stick, what I do know is infinite joy in simple things.

I am not burdened as you are with the strife 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 disabled child.

I am your teacher.

If you allow me, I will teach you what is really important in life. I will give you and teach you unconditional love. I gift you with my innocent trust, my dependency upon you.

I teach you about how precious this 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.

- Author Unknown -


  1. Absolutely awesome! Thanks for putting that up!

  2. Ken, thanks for sharing that! If only we could afford to print that out and send it to every person in the world to read...maybe then people would begin to understand the challenges that these children go through in life.

    BTW....I changed the background for you! :)

  3. You didn't say Swiper no swiping three times, so I'm snagging it :)


  4. I’ve enjoyed looking over your blog. I came across it through another blog I follow. I am now a follower of yours as well. Feel free to look over my blog and perhaps become one as well

  5. You know I'm always looking for inspiration....That's why I love continuiong to check in on you...Even when you are "stealing"...!!!!

    Now it's my turn!



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