Pull up a blade of grass, sit down, and get to know me.
Sit quietly with me. I love your company, but I love the silence.
Get up close and look at the fabric of a tree. The wrinkles on its trunk tell a story.
Watch the wind catch the wings of a bird as it soars.
Look at life as if you are looking at it for the first time…every time.
Look at a puddle as an invitation.
Just try to walk past a button on a wall without pushing it to see what it does.
Look at a rubber band as something to snap or send flying through the air.
Watch a spider spin its web and focus on an ant that is carrying more weight than its body.
Watch my eyes dance as I think of something fun or mischievous to get into.
Look at everything as a toy.
Watch me do what is the impossible.
Watch me soar and LIVE when I was told that it wasn’t possible.
Look at the determination in my eyes.
Know that there is hope…not defeat.
Know that there is a passion for life
Know that there is purity and innocence behind my eyes
Know that my desire is to please and to love deeply
Know that I was given a strong will. One that will make it despite the disabilities.
Watch me figure out the world.
Watch me realize my gifts and talents.
We love the simple things.
We see the depth in things that many people miss.
A kiss on a cheek to someone who needs hope.
A hand on a shoulder in support.
A wiping away a tear for someone who is hurting.
We feel deeply.
We hurt because we let you down.
We want nothing else than to do what is asked.
Don’t give up on us.
We aren’t giving up on you.
Frustration can lead to anger that can lead to things we didn’t plan on doing.
No. I did’t want to blow. I didn’t want to hit the wall in frustration.
I didn’t mean to make you mad or upset about what I didn’t do or what I didn’t understand.
I’m giving my all, but…but…
sometimes its like your talking a different language.
sometimes its like I can tell you see me as different.
sometimes I can feel your frustration when I’m not doing something right.
sometimes, my all doesn’t feel good enough.
Not for you.
It is for me.
It has to be.
I will let go of things in five seconds or less.
I don’t remember what happened anyway…short term memory problem.
I don’t want to focus on the hurts and my disabilities.
I want to focus on the joys that this life offers.
Take a picture.
Every picture shows the world in a totally different perspective.
In a way that we never would have noticed before.
You might see kids running.
I see their playfulness.
I see the field they are frolicking through.
I see the grains in the field and the colors.
I see the smiles on their faces as they enjoy the blue skies while the butterflies are on the flowers nearby.
I see love everywhere.
I see positive.
My blowups and frustrations are but mere blips in the day.
They are not who I am and they do not define me.
The dance in my eyes defines me.
The skip in my step.
The smile on my face.
The joys that surpass anything I CAN”T do….defines me.
I don’t focus on what I CAN’T DO.
I only see opportunities and possibilities.
I get angry because people say I can’t.
Do it with me.
Not for me.
Don’t look down on me because I might need a little help.
Be patient. because if you stay long enough you might just get a piece of this joy.
You might just get to know the real me.
you might just get to see a glimpse of what is behind this thing they call FASD.
Ah…that is not Who I am.
That is just a thing I have.
A birth defect.
A mark on the brain.
So, our brains our wired differently than yours.
Look up, does your brain see what mine does?
Do you count the stars and smile when you can find the big dipper and the small one?
Does your brain see the beauty in a cityscape?
Does your brain see the shapes and figures in the architecture?
Do you stop and refresh in the sound of silence?
Do you smell a flower with your eyes closed and feel peace?
Do you get excited when you can share with another person the simple things in life?
Look a plane.
Look a flower.
I have FASD.
I’m a person.
I’m not a disability.
I have a future.
I have talents.
I have gifts.
I have hope
I have laughter
I have orneriness.
I care for…