Et av mine favoritt dikt!

Et av mine favoritt dikt om autisme, og tenkte jeg skulle dele det med dere<3

Det heter:

I Am Going On A Journey

I am going on a journey,

Won't you come along?

I need someone to help me. 

A person big and strong.

I'm walking on my journey

But my feet are very small.

Can you stand beside me,

And catch me if I fall?

At times when I can't keep up

With life and all its fears,

Can you put me on your shoulders

And wipe away the tears?

When the steps I take are not big enough

And it's hard for me to grow

I know I can depend on you

To let me take it slow.

I'm going on a journey,

Please, won't you walk with me?

I need someone who understands 

The place where I should be.

I promise when the road is tough

And you want to turn back home.

I will hold your hand real tight,

So you won't feel so alone.

I'm going on a journey

I don't know where it ends,

But if we walk together,

We can always be best friends.

And when the journey's over

And we find where we should be.

I know that you will be so glad,

You took this path with me.

I'm going on a journey,

Please, won't you come along?

I need someone to guide me

A parent—big & strong. 

Written by Sally Meyer 

Ønsker dere en fin dag!

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And Then God Created This Mother….

Jeg vil gjerne dele denne med alle dere fantastiske, sterke og tøffe mammaer der ute i autisme verden:-) Dette er en av mine favoritt "fortellinger"<3

When the Good Lord was creating mothers, He was into his sixth day of 'overtime' when an angel appeared and said,"You're doing a lot of fiddling around on this one."

And the Lord said "Have you read the specs on this order? She has to be completely washable, but not plastic, have 180 moveable parts – all replaceable, run on black coffee and leftovers, have a lap that disappears when she stands up, a kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair and six pairs of hands, ears that will hear things she doesn't want to hear, a mouth that can gently kiss away scrapes and bruises and yet tear the hide right off of those who try anything against the best interests of her child.


Yes, this model will have to be able to sit patiently and listen to outlandish reports about her child without flinching. She will have to hear how hopeless it all is and know that it isn't so. She will have to have those kinds of eyes which don't tear when she hears other mothers talk about how well things are going for their children." 

The angel shook its head slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands, yet? No way." "It's not the hands that are causing the problems," said the Lord. "It's the three pairs of eyes this mother has to have." "That's on the standard model"? asked the angel. 

The Lord nodded and said, "One pair that sees through closed doors when she asks, "What are you kids doing in there?" when she already knows. Another pair here in the back of her head that sees what she shouldn't but what she has to know and, of course, the ones here in front that can look at a child when he goofs up for the 99th time and say, "I understand and I love you anyway" without so much as uttering a word. 

"Lord," said the angel, touching his sleeve gently, "come to bed. Tomorrow…" "I can't, answered the Lord, "I am so close to creating something so close to myself. Already I have one who heals herself when she is sick, feeds a family of six on one pound of hamburger and gets her nine-year-old to stand under a shower." The angel circled the model of a mother very slowly. "It's too soft," it sighed. 

"But tough!" said the Lord excitedly. "You cannot imagine what this mother can do or endure." "Can it think?" asked the angel. "Not only can it think," said the Creator, "it can reason and compromise." 

Finally, the angel bent over and ran a finger across the cheek. "There is a leak," it pronounced. "I told you that you were trying to put too much into this model." "That's not a leak, said the Lord, "it's a tear." "What's it for?" asked the angel. 

"Tears are for joy, saidness, disappointment, pain, loneliness and pride… this model will know a lot about all that" answered the Lord, "But you know" He continued, "I don't even remember putting that tear there." "By the way", asked the angel, "what will you call this model?" 


"I will call this one simply, the mother of an autistic child." 

Author Unknown 

Denne rører meg alltid i hjerterota<3

Ha en fortsatt fin dag, alle sammen:-D

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Til alle SUPERHELTER<3

Vi får ikke mer enn vi klarer, sies det, og så mye vi klarer<3 Jeg er dypt innponert over alle dere mammaer og pappaer, som møter "vår"hverdags utfordringer. Som i de øyeblikk hvor vi ikke vet hvordan vi skal klare det, så finner vi en indre styrke, og setter igang med det som må gjøres, kjempes og seires over! Så når jeg kom over et dikt, som i mine øyne handler om litt av dette, så ville jeg gjerne dele det med dere<3

Stå på, dere er ikke alene, vi lærer av hverandre, og sammen, sammen er vi superhelter:-)

Stien til verdens ende

Vi syns vi kunne se til verdens ende
og visste åssen åra ville bli,
da livet plut’slig svinga av fra veien
og tok en kronglete og ulendt sti.
Der stengte fjellet steilt på alle kanter,
da sa du stille «vi kan klatre, vi».
Vi følte kronglesti’n langs bratte stupet
og ingen av oss turde se i djupet.

Nå har vi fulgt den bratte, trange stien
med stup på si’ene i mange år.
Det kan nok hende vi misunner andre
den strake landeveien der de går.
Det ser så lett ut, men en veit jo aldri,
og kronglestien har blitt veldig vår.
Det var den sti’n vi fikk, det hjelper ikke
å følge andres glatte vei med blikket.

Og vi har lært å ikke sture
over den rette veiens rike blomsterflor.
For det gror blomster også langs med sti’n vår,
og gleden over dem er like stor.
Ja, kanskje større, for de er så sjeldne,
en må se nøye for å se de gror.
De ligger ofte skjult blant visne bla’er
men dufter ekstra sterkt på fine da’er.

La gå at det kan komme vonde ti’er
da sti’n vår kjennes vanskelig og bratt.
Men den har lært oss at det vokser blomster
på både slåpetorn og nypekratt.
Og ingen ting i verden er så vakkert
som nyperoser i ei sankthansnatt.
Og når vi sitter sammen kan vi kjenne
at også vår sti når til verdens ende...

Skrevet av Margaret Skjelbred!

Ha en fin dag, alle superhelter:-D

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