While he is sleeping - A poem for Special Moms

I got this poem from another mom with a special needs child...it is so true...even after my little 'beating' I got from Harley yesterday....It sure brought tears to my eyes, so have a tissue

While he is sleeping

I had a special little child
not so very long ago.
Since then my life's been different
in ways I could not know.

He isn't like other kids,
who happily run to school.
He cannot play the games they play
or understand the rules.

But when my child is sleeping
he's just like you and I
I sit beside his bed at night
and sing a lullaby.

When others stare at this little boy
it wounds me deep inside.
They cannot know how much it hurts
or see the pain I hide.

And when the other children
simply turn and walk away.
I watch him sitting all alone
while they run around and play.

But when my child is sleeping
he's just like you and me.
I hold his hand and tell him
all the things that he can be.

I never thought I that I would bear
a special child like this.
It broke my heart to think about
all the things that we would miss.

I used to feel so sad inside
and I cried a million tears
I wanted so much more for him
than the pity of his peers.

You see......when my child is sleeping
he's just like you and I.
I say a prayer each evening
"God bless this little guy."

It's hard to see your little one
as he tries to understand.
And it hurts inside when other kids
wont lend a helping hand.

But we've grown together in such a way
that other mother's can never know.
And I wouldn't trade him for the world
because I love him so.

Because, when my child is sleeping
he's just like me and you.
I'm blessed to have this little child
and I know he loves me too.