A Hundred Tears A hundred times I told him a hundred times and more, Dont hit the dog, dont run away dont throw that on the floor! All morning he was tireless he never stopped to think he broke my lamp, he spilled his milk dumped the kitten in the sink. He ran around the house all day without a stitch of clothes he flapped his hands and sang and cried and fell and bumped his nose. At dinner came the moment when Id simply had enough he refused to eat his dinner and thats when I got tough. I sent him off to bed at once despite his tearful pleas . . . I let him cry himself to sleep it brought me to my knees. When silence fell upon his room I slowly crept inside, and gazing on my little son I lost my foolish pride. A hundred tears I wept right then a hundred tears and more for this little child who spilled his milk on my nice bright shiny floor. Who am I to scold my son for things he cannot know? he looks to me for patience to help him learn and grow. A hundred prayers I said that night, a hundred prayers and more Help me Father, teach my child this child that I adore. And as I left his room that night I kissed his tears away and promised that tomorrow would be a better day. By Sally Meyers #Autism #AutismAwareness
Posted on: Thu, 21 Aug 2014 12:55:21 +0000
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