When I look at pictures of other children my son’s age doing the things that ‘normal’ kids his age do sometimes I can’t help but be sad.
My son just isn’t like other kids, I know this, but I try not to think about it. I just concentrate on what he can do and what he is like now, I know he is behind his peers and that he probably always will be, but unless I see his with other children his age, it doesn’t really feel like he is.
I suppose that he is just him, he isn’t like the others.
He does what he does, he thinks the way he thinks, but he isn’t capable of playing football for the local team, he isn’t capable of reading a book or writing a story, he can’t tell me about his day, he can’t play at the park like other kids do.
But he is lovely, he is unique, he is perfect the way he is, even if sometimes seeing him struggle makes me sad.