Do You Believe?

My Grandma and Grandpa had a wishing well. Whenever we would visit I would race over to it and look inside. I always expected to see something magical. I always did. I remember the smell of the flowers Grandma had planted all around…the colours and the gentle breeze. I remember feeling loved and peaceful.

There’s something mysterious about a well made for wishing. 🙂 You confidently stride over and make your wish. You hope that just by being in the presence of that well, your wish will come true.
The real treasure in it all is the belief. The belief that what you see on the outside never limits what is hidden within. The promise of endless wonder.

Funny how we all have the ability to believe anything we desire. What we believe changes how we perceive the world around us. Changes the outcome of our hopes and dreams. Changes the experience others have when they are with us. I believe my son is a well of wonderful beyond the awesome that we already see and hear. I trust that his unique gifts are there and see them shine through daily.
Loving who someone IS, and enjoying the colourful dance as they learn and grow, is like lowering a sturdy bucket into the endless well of their heart and soul. The more they know you believe in them the more they trust you to see what the world hasn’t yet prepared for. Every bit of magic that rises in that little, hopeful bucket will be given a nice, cozy place to shine. Others will fill their buckets too, creating special spaces for their own unique strengths. Creating ways to ease what overwhelms.
Until one day we look around and we have changed the world. All of a sudden there are places and spaces made just for us.

I would never have gone to the wishing well and asked it to be a roller coaster. I didn’t want it to swing like the swings or spin like a top.
Just as I would never ask my son to be anything other than who he is. I want to uncover HIS truth, HIS perspective, HIS passions, HIS talents. I want to make this loud, bright, busy world easier on his senses. I want him to know I will always do my best to hear his voice, though different from yours and mine. I want him to know he is respected and perfect exactly as he is. I want him to wake up knowing we believe in him and go to sleep each night with a smile on his beautiful face.

My wish for this Autism Acceptance Day, is that each of us can find a way to treasure our differences. Stop struggling to “fit”. Believe in yourself and surround yourself with those who believe in you too. Find your way on a new path, allow it to weave where you need to weave as those twists and turns will uncover magic nobody else has ever seen. Magic that the world needs now.

Do you believe?

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