With kid gloves...

Having an autistic son is the only type of child I know about raising.

Everyday I wake, I am thankful that God gave him to me - perfectly created.

In the beginning of his life & diagnosis, I tried to mold him to be a normal child.

When my stupidity melted away, so did my self-imposed burden.

You see, this child had a few things to teach me.

He taught me

• patience
• acceptance
• wonderment
• how not to sweat the small stuff
• how to greet each day as if it was a second chance at living
• to wake from sleep with excitement of what the day could hold
• to take pleasure in the smallest of things
• to be content with you have
• not to want what you really don't need
• to be thankful for everything
• to not worry about anything
• to know that whatever you need, God will provide it
• to treat people w/the kindness, even though it will not always be returned
• to always smile
• & to let your happiness shine out to the world through your eyes.

Him coming into my life was the best treatment for whatever ailed me. And after taking lessons from him, I found that nothing really 'ailed' me after all.

Amen.








Sunday Scribbling prompt: "treatment"