Dear Parents,
Kahlil Gibran said it beautifully:
“Your children are not your children….
they are the sons and daughters of life’s longing for itself
They come through you but not from you
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you”
“You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,….”
Except sometimes their souls DON’T dwell in the house of tomorrow, sometimes they are taken from us, swiftly, cruelly and without good reason.
As my son sits here mourning the loss of his friend, taken just a few short days ago, I don’t have the answer to the, “But why mommy?” I’ve gone through all the platitudes there are on offer, including explaining that God DOES answer his prayers, but not always in the way he wants but there is little solace for him right now other than being able to return to his mother’s embrace whenever his emotions overcome him. It is a tragic start to summer.
But we are grateful. He is safe, he is alive, he has his whole life ahead of him, and yet, like all children, he thought he was immortal…..they all do. I don’t mean they really think they are some kind of God from a Percy Jackson movie but all our kids, not just those on the autism spectrum, they run around, jump off buildings, do tricks on their bikes and skateboards and they rarely show fear of ANYTHING.…






