I am the Child

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I am the Child

Oläst inläggav esky » 02 jul 2009, 11:16

Jag fick för en tid sen genom en bekant höra om en liten flicka i England som är svårt handikappad, och gav lite till en insamling för en special rullstol åt henne då (och har just deltagit i en ny insamlig också, men postar inte här för att be om pengar). Hennes mamma håller en alldeles fantastisk blog om flickan, det är sällan jag blir så rörd av att läsa om vad som är igentligen otroligt svåra problem, men den råa kärleken för barnen bara lyser igenom där. För dom som läser engelska så kan man följa Seraphinas historia här: http://seraphinamymiracle.blogspot.com/

Och tänkte posta en dikt som jag hitta där också

I am the Child

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,sad or fearful,
patient or unpatient,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 giveyou 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 worlds standards -
great strides in development that you can credit yourself.
I do not give 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 that 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 talk.


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,Ive dropped my fork again.
I am dependant on you in these ways.
My gift to you is to make you 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 independant.
I give you awareness.
I am the child who cannot walk.


I am the child who is mentally impared
I dont learn easily,If you judge me by the worlds measuring stick.
What I do know is infinite joy in simple things.
I am not burdened as you are with thestrifes 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 impared.


I am the disabled child.
I am your Teacher
If you will allow me,I will teach you what is really important in life.
I will give you and teach you unconditional love.
I give you with my innocent trust,my dependancy 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.
I am the disabled child.
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