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September 17, 2006

Some people view the world differently than the rest of us and we are usually the better for it. Many wonderfully creative people view the world in swirls of color like Van Gogh, hear music in their heads like Beethoven or write like Hemingway. Each person has their own gift and if you are lucky enough to discover it and it is nurturedĀ  you may be able to share it with the world.

If you have children you are reminded constantly and are almost forced to compare your child and someone elses. When you have a baby the comparissons come like rapid automatic gunfire and can feel as deadly if your wee one is not up to the same speed as the rest of the tots in the sandlot. Parental guilt is pretty heavy and it weighs on your heart thinking if you have done enough, done the right things–are you being a good parent.

Children come in all shapes, colors, sizes and inclinations when it comes to development. That process of learning EVERY single thing is pretty amazing to watch. Sometimes our influences are amazing and you can see your child become a loving protector or an intelligent thinker. Taking credit for the good stuff is somehow harder than feeling responsible when something abnormal happens.

Something so small and seemingly insignificant can break your heart and realize how different and special we all are. My daughter has a friend and he happens to be the little brother of my sons best friend. All of this is very convenient because their mom and I are very good friends and it would suck for them if they did not like each other because we hang out all the time. My daughter has been friendly to her son for 2 years now and he has taken his time to warm up to her. There was some suspicion that he may be on the autism spectrum and his parents have been getting professional advice and guidance as well as some therapy for the last year or so. The leaps and bounds this little boy has made in the last year have really been amazing me lately.

He is an adorable and cuddly little guy with epic brown eyes, a silly smile and has a cute and deliberate sounding voice. You just want to hug him and kiss him but he HATES to be touched. Usually. Even by his family. He doles out the kisses to his Mama painfully slow and sparse and does not tolerate strangers touching him at all. Last year he would have screamed and backed away possibly hitting at you if you made serious attempts to touch him but the miles he has crossed this year have truly been miraculous.

Today, for the first time, my daughter asked to get a hug from her friend (her 100th time asking maybe?) and he said yes and hugged her. With a smile on his face. My daughter turned to me beaming and said, “O-wee gave me hug mama!” My eyes welled with tears of pride for a boy who is not mine but is a part of me anyway.

Happy 3rd Birthday Owen! xxoo

2 Comments leave one →
  1. September 17, 2006 12:46 am

    I just read this twice with tears in my eyes. I was so proud of him. Thank you for understanding him and being proud with me, and for celebrating his birthday with us.

  2. September 17, 2006 2:46 am

    I think somebody is chopping onions in the next room or something…
    This post made me smile, too.

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