This is an old poem I wrote when my child was around 2 years old… a little before we learned he had Autism. In his defense, he’s one awesome child, tantrums and all. He’s my child and I’ll never change a thing about him. If he hadn’t been the way he is, I would have never known how strong and capable I am to raise a child with behavior or communication challenges.
He’s Just a Child
With all the burdens I carry on my shoulders everyday
With all the worry and guilt, someone stops me to say
“How did your child turn out to be this way?”
I stare blankly as images in my mind start to play
I’ve held him in my womb and nourished him with care
I’ve watched over him day and night, I was always there
I gave him all my time, how dare you give me that glare?
I threw away all what used to matter, to me that’s just fair
For him I’d give my life, do you know what he means to me?
He’s the light in my eyes, the first fruit that grew on my tree
I don’t need to justify why he’s just a child
If I give him some space, people say I’m loose
They’d say I’m too strict if I lay down some rules
Sometimes I catch myself doing things I don’t choose
And eventually I end up regretful or confused
And as the tears roll down my cheek
They say I shouldn’t grow weak
Assertion is the key to tough situations
Do what’s good for him, be stern yet cool, be firm yet gentle
Oh please Lord, make them stop, that’s TOO much to handle!
He’s not a horse you can tame, he’s just a child
If a child hits, who do you think is to blame?
People think, “his mother ought to be ashamed”
If a child says something odd, some peculiar word
People think “it’s from his mother he must’ve heard”
His mother is bad, his mother is good,
His mother isn’t doing what she should
People love to reprimand, they can’t understand
The pains of motherhood
That only a weary mother would
Don’t judge a mother
If her million ways of loving don’t match yours
Parenting is not a competition or for keeping scores
You can’t love other people’s children more
Than their own parents ever could