State: Maine
Country: USA
Member since: Jan 23, 2007
Last logged in: Dec 01, 2008
My name is Shannon and I have a great husband and 2 amazing kids.
My oldest, Wynn, has autism and still struggles, after all these years of treatments and therapies, with anxiety and aggression. At his best, he is funny, intuitive and sensitive.
My daughter, 12 year old Haley, is strong and independent, creative and musical. She has been a shining example for Wynn and taught him many of his first words and skills by sheer example.
Steve is my husband of 19 years and partner in this endeavor to be a family in this crazy world of autism. Out of a need we had to have better communication with Wynn's team members, he created a web application called iAbida.com. It has been a project from his heart, and he makes it available to all families, around the globe, for free.
And me? In spite of being a terrible klutz, I have learned the fine art of juggling....motherhood, advocacy, household management and working from home. Foggyrock is my latest project--to fulfill my own need to be associated with other fantastic folks, like you, who I knew were out there.....Thank you for allowing me into your life through this community.
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by shannonj on 07.16.07 - public - 128 visits
Cast your cares upon Me and I will sustain you.
Psalms 55:22
Catch him, Lord
He's heavy, as he has grown over the years
Once he was a soft bundle that I carried with me everywhere
He brought me a completeness that I had never known before
In my arms we were one
I sustaining him
He sustaining me
Our breaths matched as our hearts beat together with each embrace, each nap, each feeding...
But my arms have grown weary
As his needs have increased, Lord
And I have had to put him down while I rested
When I bent over to retreat him
He turned away
Unable to be so close
Unable to accept what I could give...
Maybe recognizing that it wasn't enough anyway.
So catch him, Lord
I cast him Your way....
I held him for as long as I could
Maybe longer.
Sustain him
Sustain me,
Mighty Arms that never tire.
Amen





