“I am different, not less ” — Temple Grandin
From the time that you were a child, I have wanted to give you the best in me. Bathed you and dressed you and though we have hugged only four times in these seventeen years, I have hugged you more often than the count.
I have held you close on nights when you have left your bed and just stood by my bed.
Waiting for me to wake up because something form deep inside you paralyzed you so much that you could not speak.
On those nights I have taken you back to your room, wanting to hug you and hold you close so I could comfort you.
Have wanted not to be held.
you must be comfortable in the feeling that I have been there.
Oh, how I have wanted to hold you and rock you back to sleep.
To have buried my head into your hair and smelt the freshness of the last bath I gave you.
How badly I have wanted this.
But, this is not about me.
It is about you.
language came to you so soon that we oohed and aahed over you.
I bought bath books.
Big books and small books.
Books all over the floor.
Then, one day, language got jumbled up in your heart.
in your mind
hanging by a leash
you towed it along
you shut the door behind you
and I waited
as I wait now.
Words are there in your mind
I know that.
Your eyes tell me so.
Today was a fun day 🙂 we were having lunch and I watched as you swallowed without chewing. Gulped without swallowing.
you tempt me
Hey,Ash, you need to take smaller bites,baby.
looked at the meal
“mama, you really p*** me off.”
My jaw dropped.
The girls shuffled.
I looked at you and you
look at me.
I gave you time out. Ten minutes for the use of ‘inappropriate language’
You know it
and I do too
you are so very right.
love you like crazy.
P.S I slid into your room right now and gave you a kiss on your forehead.
But you did not know