Darling I can see you, rocking and in pain,
Oh how I wish it wasn’t real,
I want to help you get back to some comfort once again,
So you can know the peace you need to feel.
~
So hard was school today my child, I see it in your face,
It’s written in contorted twisted frowns,
I hear in your moans and see you staring into space,
Cos sitting through assembly brought you down.
~
I know you tried your very best, to sit still and behave,
I know that listening was another test,
For what it’s worth: I think that you are oh-so-very brave,
When all you really needed was some rest.
~
The teachers watched me walk you out; they heard your piercing screams,
They wondered why you were so discontent,
I reached for you, you grabbed my hand, your grip was quite extreme,
I knew that you were well and truly spent.
~
I brought you home and let you go and lie down on your bed,
You stayed there HOURS and quietly hugged your bear,
Then finally you noticed me, you smiled and simply said:
Thank you Mum, I’m glad that you were there
Wonderfully Wired
Created to be remarkable…
WOW, how did you know to be there? And how do the teachers usually react? Hugs going out to you today, Fi!!
I wasn’t actually there for the assembly – I just saw him fall apart after it finished and I went to pick him up!
It wasn’t his class teachers that saw him – it was others lol!
Ok, that really makes me sad. His teachers should have a clue that this is going to be tough for him. As he gets older, he will need to know it is tough for him and find another thing to do. Hopefully the other children were as kind and understanding as can be expected!!
Beautiful poem my precious friend you are so gifted.
I’m glad you were able to bring *Harley home, to his safe place.
I love you all so very much.
Lees. Xxxx
Oh sweet boy, I wish it wasn’t so hard for you. I’m glad your wonderful mummy was there to whisk you away.
You are the right mother for your lovely boy.
Good choice Mummy, home is safest xxooxx your money, your child your choice mwah xxooxx
I SO wish there was a ‘Like’ button because I’d TOTALLY be clicking on it.
Well said Christine. Love and hugs. xxx
Ouch. Such painful memories. I remember watching Dreamer put every.last.ounce of energy into holding it together through school days, arriving home in extreme states of mental exhaustion. Then having to face teachers and trying to explain why his homework and assignments weren’t done. No-one got it. No-one at school saw the effort it took. Don’t make me cry.
Hi fi, how heartbreaking for you.
just so that you know that you are not alone i had a similar issue just the other day –
waiting for the morning school bus my 7 year old aspie had just told me that he was bored and ‘where was jack’ (a friend).
then jack arrives (he is younger – 5 years, and NT). my boy literally bounces up to jack, stands bouncing in front of him, tips him and runs away.
result – jack starts crying cause he thinks my boy has hit him, all of the other parents and children at the bus stop are trying to tell me that my child has hit jack.
but as his mum, and someone well familiar with aspie ways, i could see what was happening – my child was bouncing in front of the other one and then tapped him – he wanted to play tips obviously. and instead of the fun that he was expecting, he was judged and once more labelled ‘naughty’.
then i approached my child to talk to him and he ran away – he had seen jack in tears and so thought he was in trouble. how hard then to try and catch him and explain that i know that he just wanted to play, and the only problem was that he coudn’t find the words to say this.
doesn’t your heart just break when you see how hard our kids are trying to be like the others, and sometimes they just can’t manage it, with a result that they are then negatively judged by others (kids and adults).
anyway, big hugs to you.
Darra.
Beautiful poem. Yes, it’s heartbreaking. Equally so when the teachers and administrators simply don’t get it and accuse our kids of being stubborn or rebellious.