What do you see when you look at him?
I stole this from a friend who wrote this for her daughter. I came upon this again today and its spoke volumes to me because in this poem for her daughter, she captured all the feelings and love I have about Cameron.
Never thought I could love someone as much as I love him. He is truly my world, and I’m so blessed that God choose me to be him mom!
What do you see when you look at him?
Legs that can’t walk? Lips that can’t talk?
Do you see hands that won’t grasp, but only a few things?
Or a large metal contraption of black and orange?
Do you look and wonder, “Is anyone there?
Does he know? Does he understand?
Does he comprehend? Does he care?”
What do you see when you look at him?
A handsome face with long to die for lashes?
Eyes that won’t look at you or focus on his world?
Do you see a 7-year-old in diapers? Or a child that is different?
Do you bless his heart when you walk by?
Do you wonder what happened? “Could it happen to mine?”
What do you see when you look at him?
A little boy unable to communicate his wants and needs?
I am asked, “How do you even know if he’s thirsty?”
Do you imagine all the things that he can not do?
No hide-and-seek, t-ball, or playing in mud puddles.
Do you hear grunts and baubles that seem to make no sense?
Look and listen harder without eyes or ears.
He is full of life. His sister is his very best friend.
He loves to hear you sing and watch you dance and The Simpsons.
He frowns at Country music, but tends to like Rap.
He hates having his washed, but loves being the center of attention.
What do I see when I look at im?
I see a personality that very few have discovered.
I see a sense of humor unlike any other.
I see glimpses of sight that I capture and hold on to.
“He saw me that time; maybe next time will last longer!”
What do I see when I look at him?
I see a smile that stops the world from turning,
And a laugh that makes everything worth it.
I see a miracle, a joy, a gift, a treasure.
I see the face of God in my son.
