I am compiling a book entitled: Letters of Hope: Journeys through Autism . These are letters from parents, grandparents, caregivers, teachers, siblings or classmates who have been touched by a child with autism.
I wanted to share the first draft letter I wrote to my daughter with you wonderful people.
I wanted to share the first draft letter I wrote to my daughter with you wonderful people.
Quote:
Dear Maggie,
When I heard you had autism you were so young (20 months) and I was so scared. I didn’t know what to do or where to turn. There was so much still not known about autism and there was no clear path for us to travel. I was concerned and time was passing by us so fast. I cried a lot. Nobody understood my feelings and could not offer much help.
I remember one time seeing a neighbor in the parking lot of Target while you were having a famous tantrum. You were so wild I could hardly hold on to you. Recently you had decided you didn’t like Target and would not go in. I never knew why. As a way of offering assistance, my neighbor told me you needed more discipline and perhaps a few spankings. I tell you what, I wanted to spank HER!
I knew you didn’t need ‘more spankings’. What you needed was more ways to communicate! Believe me; I received my share of unwanted parenting advice from the most ignorant people. Most of it was well-meaning, but usually uninformed and misguided. I tried to smile, nod my head and ignore it most of the time.
We took baby steps though. You really like sign language. Early on I thought sign language could be a way for you to communicate with others. You caught on so quickly. It was so impressive how these signs helped you to form some words and KEEP THEM! I was so proud of you. You learned the whole Signing Time series eventually. Some words you still could not say, like: milk and your name.
One morning, very early when it was still dark, you woke up and made noise (you never called to be picked up). I turned on the hallway light and opened the bedroom door. As I walked into your bedroom, you stood and began to ‘sign’ the word ‘light’ repeatedly. You were signaling to that you knew the word ‘light’. This was my ‘Helen Keller’ moment. I knew you were teachable. This was my revalation.
We began to try little things like flaxseed oil. Until you discovered it in your oatmeal and from then on refused to eat oatmeal. Probably my fault, maybe I added a little too much hoping it would work better. Then you developed a keen sense for it and knew anything I put it in and wouldn’t touch it. I think it helped though.
When you discovered PECS or PCS you really went to town learning. I put those symbols everywhere! You loved them. When I began cutting them and taping them into Dr. Seuss books, you began to read! You still couldn’t say your name, but you could read a book! Hooray! I can’t tell you how proud I was of you.
As you grew, I did too. I learned so much about your needs and discovered new ways to help you overcome the roadblocks that stood in your way. After a summer of speech therapy, you were finally able to say, “My name is Maggie.” Those were beautiful words to hear. Again, I was so proud of you. It gave you some more independence, and then next time someone asked, “What’s your name?” Instead of a long pause, you were able to answer on your own.
You have made me so proud of you every step of the way. You are a remarkable little girl who is turning into a beautiful young lady. You have made so many accomplishments and in many ways are ahead of your peers. You are a loving, sweet and very smart girl. I am so honored to be your mother.
I love you,
Mom
"Time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time."
Laura
Laura