Different is…

(Guest post by Susan Moran –Learn more about Susan by visiting our Contributors Page)

Different is…

Different is the loooooooooooooooooong pause after you answer the question, “How old is she?”

Different is the questioning the new doctors have over why this “normal” child is on a liquid diet instead of table food.

Different is checking your schedule for doctor and therapists appointments before you plan a play-date.

Different is your darling explaining orthotics to her friends.

Different is the questions from the school-mates as to why she is acting like THAT.

Different is explaining “words” like IEP and GERD to your friends.

Different is saying; “Sissy, you are sweet I could pour you on my pancakes.”

Different is blowing Daddy hugs so hard he almost falls over.

Different is singing no matter where we are or who is watching.

Different is getting up and dancing in the restaurant when the Latin music moves you.

Different is chatting to the birds and animals on the walk and not noticing or caring who sees.

Different is saying my name is. What is your name? May I have a hug now?

Different is the one more hug, Mommy before you go.

Written by Susan Moran

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A Poem for Special Teachers!

(Guest post by Monica McDivitt – Monica blogs at Like a Butterfly)

Sam and One of Her Awesome Special Ed Teachers

Teacher Appreciation Week is around the corner. Though I believe ALL teachers are invaluable, I am giving extra props to special education teachers. Surprise, surprise! :)

They aren’t just teachers. They are physical therapists, speech therapists, occupational therapists, researchers, nurses, and our children’s cheerleaders! Their patience, creativity, organization, ability to accept and understand the differences in each of our children and their ability to motivate, identify, appreciate and celebrate small victories are what make them different from the rest! Few things are more rewarding than knowing you have made an impact on the lives of children who are struggling to reach their full potential.

Two years ago I wrote this poem for Sam’s LIFE Skills teacher and paraprofessionals, printed it, framed it and gave it to them as a gift. It was written from Samantha’s perspective. I hope you like it:

You greet me every morning with a great big smile
Help me out of the car
Even if it takes a while

I am a little girl who cannot hear or speak
But still you understand me,
Week after week.

I have more challenges than most other people, you know
But you never give up on me
Even if my progress is slow

You help me with my daily life skills
Help me to succeed
Teach me how to sing and play
Adapt it to my special needs

I am strong and happy
I like to giggle and tease
Sometimes I may even drop down on my knees

You work very hard everyday,
Help me learn and grow
You are patient, kind and loving

This I wanted you to know
It takes a special person to be a teacher like you
And my Mommy and Daddy are grateful
For everything you do!

Happy Teacher’s Appreciation Week!

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Everybody’s Different

(Guest post by Sara Jackson Johnson –  Sara blogs at Sara in Between)

Why Different iz Good Exists!

Everybody’s Different by Sara Jackson

Every day I look around and this is what I see
Lots of different ways to look and different ways to be
Sammy’s only got a dad and Melly’s got two mummies
Emma’s face is often sad while Tommy makes things funny
Jacob’s hair is curlyish and Angie’s always sneezing
Louis gets up earlyish and Ella’s feet are freezing.
I find it odd the world around us thinks we’re all the same
As I think they might be looking without turning on their brain
So let’s celebrate our differences and how unique we are
And change the record, shout out loud and spread this message far
Because everybody’s different, it’s very plain to see
She and you and him and her and them and us and me!”

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A Sharky Christmas

IM

(Guest post by Susan Moran –Learn more about Susan by visiting our Contributors Page)

To the tune of Twelve Days of Christmas

A little back ground on why I re-wrote this song.  My daughter, IM has Chromosome 18p-. Part of what  this means is that she sticks with it, sticks on it and just basically gets stuck. So, she is learning the 12 Days of Christmas and is singing, singing, singing it!  Hey, you know, different is good:)

So Monday morning a verse related to her school popped into my head, because this song will not leave my head now.  Her school mascot is the sharks, thus the first and last verses. Also, due to the shark theme, there is a fish tank in the main hall.

Well, IM’s first love was Elmo and Elmo’s fish is Dorothy. This tank has 5 Dorothy fish—do not try to change their names. They are all Dorothy—told you she gets stuck. :) Well she used to feed the fish on “good days.” If you know goldfish, this is not good if it happens daily. Well, she was good LOTS! So, sick fish. Enter the best school secretary of all times! She bought a Beta Fish to sit on her desk because they can be fed daily.

Now, the best school secretary ever is a vegetarian. Why is this important? Because IM’s favorite food is pepperoni! And, wait for it…the vegetarian secretary named the fish Pepperoni! I think that is enough back-ground on the song….

On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me a shark in shark tank.

On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me 2 Pepperonis.

On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me 3 Dorothy fish.

On the forth day of Christmas my true love gave to me 3 wiggly hamsters.

On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me 5 smiling children.

On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me 6 happy classrooms.

On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me 7 big recess balls.

On the eigth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me 8 great books reading.

On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me 9 children singing.

On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me 10 painters painting.

On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me 11 jumpers jumping.

On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me 12 bright red shark slips.

By the way, she wants to write verses 13-100 because 100 is her favorite number. Yes, for both versions. :)

Ciao from a proud and different Momma!

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Left out Due To Differences – Vincen Tabatha

Why Different iz Good Exists!

(Poem Discovered during a Google search at NetPoets)

Different

by Vincen Tabatha

How are we so “different“?
If “different” is just a thing.
If we all have certain features,
What does “different” bring?

People filled with hatred,
Can’t possibly see,
That there’s not really “differences
Between you and me.

Looks can’t show “difference”,
If they’re just there to be seen.
If you don’t look like someone else,
Why are they so mean?

If being “different” is what is wrong,
I’d rather not be right.
And I’d want to finish living,
Doing the “different” fight.

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