(As April is Autism Awareness month, today I’m offering my first writing on special needs from Pure Joy, published by Thomas Nelson in 2003.)
“Special needs,” the doctor said, and all of the specialists nodded their heads.
“Special needs,” written in whispers of ink over my child’s life.
A life that in so many ways has more to give, more to offer, more to share than mine.
My son is more than precious to me.
His smile warms my very soul.
He sees purely, feels deeply, and loves sincerely.
His hug holds more healing than all the doctors in the world.
His “I love mommy” carries more weight than all the applause of mankind.
His special needs sing a duet with special strengths.
His love is not choked by the fear of rejection.
His opinions are not bribed by flattery or praise
His giving is not oppressed by worry for tomorrow.
I, too, have special needs.
I need to be more like my special son.
“A special gift,” the Creator said, and the heavenly host all nodded their heads.