It is humbling…

It is very humbling to feed a young woman her breakfast because she is too autistic to tell you she’s hungry, but functional enough to sometimes be able to use a spoon. It is humbling to watch a spirit, “trapped” in a body that wont allow her to communicate all she feels, so only pure emotion and frustration surface. When she is not understood, or cannot get her needs met, she strikes her own head–her ears bearing years of scars and healing in the form of large keloid scars.

It is humbing to think, that something as simple as telling another human, I think I am tired, do you mind letting me rest? or I am very sad, and I cannot seem to be comforted, will you love me? Can never be said by some who need it most. A very humbling thing to watch.

My little ones

Grown-ups never understand anything for themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.
Antoine de Saint-Exupery (1900 – 1944), “The Little Prince”, 1943

So, my little ones are realy cute.  It’s amazing what kids can do, teach, reflect, and demonstrate

Gracie's handSammy's HandBenson Boy

Three little ones.  So different, individual in every way.

Gracie often tells me 2 things:

“Dad, you’re not listening to me” and “Dad, I’m Angry at you!”

Sammy usually says:

“Mommy-daddy, cars? Peez?  Carz, Moo-ee?”

Benson usually says:

“Agoooo….cccaaaaaaa,  blblblblb”