I walk the knife’s edge.
As “World Autism Awareness” day approaches, I wonder if that’s all a good thing.
True, when I was growing up, I had never heard of the word.
When my kids were small, neither had most doctors.
Now most people have heard,
seen the t-shirts.
and some care.
But this week, my son spotted my bumper-sticker, “Mom! I can’t believe you have this!
“I can’t believe you would do this to anyone-You know that word is toxic!”
It’s true- In his age group- well, let’s just say if that word comes up-
All the friends he’s been trying to make
into thin air.
“It’s not pretty” he says “and it’s mostly because- of young mothers in all their campaigning.”
Ouch- my heart hurts. Like a mother bear with unfinishable battles-
I must fight still, to get the help they may need– but I must step with care
For all they crave is to be seen as just kids
No yellow star they must wear
to make people stare.
So Yesterday I put on my red shirt and red shoes, my great big folder in hand as my weapon.
Took on the red tape, and was strong in my stand–it was good.
But then I dropped it all at home in my room, notes will wait.
for Today I will hug, laugh and play without care
of the knife edge- It’s worth it
to be loved by these angel warriors
God placed in my care.