At home with Special Needs

I wish you were a butterfly on the wall. You would flit back and forth dancing merrily as the laughter and silliness abound. Daddy Man gave the gift of character voice to our children. Throughout the last several days there have been so many voices in our home coming from those two little souls.
Oh the simply joy you would hear as Dove merrily speaks up for one stuffed critter at a time. Dash pipes in and the game is on. They so love to play like this together. So gentle with each other. Each one directing a while than swapping out to be in line to follow the others lead.
It is indeed a wonderland as I sit here and take all of it in I wonder how can it be so wonderful here. Both with high esteem and flying into the dance of play with such abandon. Each critter expressing some idea or thought that they are trying to work through. They use the critters to tell of the heart and minds thoughts. I can hear it in the play. They reenact all that they see and hear and know. Especially those things they do not understand.
At home with my children is a paradise. Where special needs have no meaning only beauty and innocence. There is no self conscientious face to the ground. No intimidation from the effect of peers that are so much more ...well hardened. She sees them. She does not like what she sees and is so trying to see within herself who she wants to be. It is a challenge not to squish that under a arm of religion yet limited it from a wing of relationship to all that is good,honest, trustworthy, honorable and so on.

Oh but at home with her it is a paradise where a 13 year old and a 9 year old play together as best friends. Having tea parties and birthday parties with the stuffed critter. There is a huge banner in the hall for Dash's best bud Macutoo it is his birthday at the end of the month. They are all planning a surprise party for him. Yesterday they met two new friends. Stripes and Oasis we adopted them from the mall. Everyone is getting to know each other.

This is a week of my daughter being full of innocence, rested in face and delighting in her brothers friendship. This time at home with my Special Needs daughter.

Next week she will return to the wide world and hone her tooth on the bones that life will send her, and I will pray. Each day she and her brother will mature to the ability that God affords them and I will pray. Each day they will risk being true to self at the risk of rejection, and I will pray for them and teach them all I know and all I can learn to help them.
There is not enough knowledge however. I will pray