The Son Teaches The Mother

My son has brought so much to my life. Through the 14 years he has been on this
Earth, he has touched so many lives. He is developmentally delayed, has communication delays, and pervasive developmental disorder, which to me is the same as stating that he is undiagnosable. As much as I have worked to teach him the basics, reading and math, and how to act socially, I have come to realize that he is my teacher. He has become my mirror. I look into his eyes and see myself through him. He has taught me about my own weaknesses, and my own strengths. Perhaps the greatest gift he has to give is the ability to let me see innocence again. What he offers is simple meanings, uncomplicated by society's evils. He is sometimes painfully blunt in his observations, but it is those lessons that he shares with me that gives me a whole new understanding and vision of the world around me. I have been told that I am strong for going through what I have to get my son to where he is now, that I have so much patience in dealing with his difficulties. Not to say that it was all so very easy, but I can't imagine going through my life without having the life lessons that only he could teach me. His birthday is in two days, and I see it as not only a celebration of his birth, but as one of my rebirth. I am thankful to have been given a chance to be a part of someone so special.