Happy Thought (poem of a mother)
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Happy Thought (poem of a mother)
| Sun, 10-15-2006 - 1:34pm |
When you walked on your tippy toes
at the age of 11 months
We called you Skillful
When you playfully flapped your arms
at the age of one
We called you Adorable
When you methodically piled up the laundered clothes
at the age of 15 months
We called you Eccentric
When you memorized every alphabet, number and color
at the age of 18 months
We called you a Genius
When you climbed the tallest furniture piece
at the age of two
We called you Fearless
When we told them all that you can do
at the age of two
They called you Autistic
And as you keep challenging yourself
to reach out to us
at the age of three
We choose to call you...Awesome

Thanks for sharing. That really hit home!
Katherine