October 27, 2008

“Still I Rise”

Is it weird of me to be thinking about this poem by the incomparable Dr. Maya Angelou simply because I’m baking bread? I mean, one has nothing to do with the other.

But here I am, listening to my bread machine finish the “rise” cycle, wondering why this poem came to mind.

I listen as my beloved prince is watching one of his favorite DVDs which happens to be the entire collection of School House Rock.

I listen as he scripts some of the scenes.  His new thing is have the captions active, so he can read a long with the characters.  Not sure who taught him how to use a remote.  Guess he inherited that ‘innate ability to figure stuff out’ from me. {smile}

His precious voice fills our home like a beautiful melody.  If not for the sound of the heater, his voice would be the only sound I’d hear.

I am not in any rush for him to grow up.  Each day is appreciated and celebrated.  Today was a good day, and I am grateful.

So, what’s any of this have to do with Dr. Angelou?

The challenges I face as someone who’s living with autism are not as great as others, but with every challenge that comes my way, “Still I Rise”.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

If I let the media or the looks of strangers get to me, I will wither away… but my son relies on me for many things.

He needs me to remain strong.

“I Rise.”

If I continue to set my expectations too high, the failures will seem insurmountable… but my son relies on me for many things.

He needs me to remain sensible.

“I Rise.”

If I continue to go against the current, instead of flowing with the stream, I will break down and be washed away… but my son relies on me for many things.

He needs me to stay afloat.

“I Rise.”

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.


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