Calm

When I sit here and wonder about my life
I wonder am I going to be a good wife
I wonder if I am going to be a good mom
I know I need to stay calm

Calm when he throws fits
smacks, bites and hits
Calm I know he cannot talk yet
Three is coming and love has kept

When I sit here and watch him grow
I know I got a lot to show
He has a form of austism and still goes to school and plays
We make memories each and all days

Calm as I whisper in his ear 
I enjoy being mom each and every year
Calm when he cries and goes to sleep
All I know is my love he will keep.

Rachel Thibeault
August 2010
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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September 10, 2010 at 8:28 PM
I was diagnosed with autism as a child. I had no love. Asian parents are ruff. My friend's kid was diagnosed as autistic. That boy is smart, he can hear a song and repeat it. The love you give goes a long way. Google: autistic geniuses. Calm is good. People make life changing journeys to India to meditate and find themselves.
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