I wish I could see into the future.....

My mom flopped down in a chair today afternoon and said "You know what happened in my class today??"
I prepare myself for something unusual, mom's special ed class has the youngest students in the Centre for Special Education that's on my school campus, so there's almost always something going on there, and almost everyday someone has to clean up something......

So I asked her, "Nah, tell me...."

" J got her period today.........."
Ouch.
Shit.
J is 8 and a half years old. She's autistic.
" She's almost like a baby, she is a baby" Mom said, "She doesn't understand anything...."
I pondered.
A lot of people feel sad when they see the kids....it's no use feeling sad....because the kids aren't sad....they're happy, they're pure unadultrated joy like you can hardly find anywhere else.....
And there are so many things, so many little miracles that make mom's day, and that's what they work for, the little miracles....

J, who earlier never talked, crawls up to Mom with a bubble wand and says "Blow."
That's the one miracle I've heard about....but there are more....

And then there are the situations that always make you laugh....
like B, a 5 year old boy who can talk the hind leg off a donkey, very articulate in Hindi and English, And boy, the stuff he says....
Last month, he told Tina (his teacher) that he had promised to be bad for a whole week. And he lived up to his promise, running out of class at the least opportunity, struggling ("I will stuggle, I will stuggle") when they dragged him back, tantrums, etc etc etc.......

There's A, he's, I don't know, 7? He's beautiful. In 10 years, he'll be a total hottie. He's autistic too...but he's great, he talks, he works when worked with, and his mum, she's the most proactive mum I've ever seen....she's done so much for her son and all the other Mothers who come to the centre with their kids.....

Oh, it's a great place to work and all, you just need plenty of patience, muchas optimism, and Hope. Above all, hope. And you learn to see the joy in the little things. In the end that's what matters, innit?