I’m Thankful For You: My Son Mason

My son,

The first time that you looked at me
Someone else was in the room.
We rolled a ball back and forth,
She showed me what to do.

The first time that you clapped your hands
you were over 2 years old.
Someone held them, made them touch
And then it was my turn.

I put my hands over yours
The same way she showed to me.
We had to teach these things to you
“Please, God”, my silent plea.

The first time you said “mama”
It was your third year.
You said the words, and made the sound
As someone else sat near.

“Mama” was not meant for me
You were doing what was taught.
Still I hoped one day soon
I would hear the words a lot.

All those firsts, every time
Someone else sat with me.
There were no “firsts” alone with us,
Your baby book, empty.

I watched them teach you everything
That babies do each day.
You were three, I wiped me eyes
Would it always be this way?

Time passes by, a ticking clock.
And then it seemed one day
We were able to get through.
And you were on your way.

I remember the first time you truly saw
An airplane in the sky.
You looked at me so surprised,
A glimmer in your eye.

You signed “more” and smiled big
As it flew away.
It was the first time you needed me,
The first time I knew what to say.

I remember the first time you took my hand
As you danced to a song.
It was the first time you wanted me
To come and play along.

The first time you noticed Christmas trees
You were almost five years old.
The years before it was as if
We were standing in the cold.

That Christmas was the first
We watched you show such joy.
As you looked at all the lights
And were excited for a toy.

Not long ago you sat with me
Together in our chair.
You snuggled tight, and we laughed
Your fingers twirled my hair.

“I love you forever and ever mom”
My heart filled with joy.
And then you threw a sock at me,
Like any other boy!

Our ” firsts” moments are not the same
As we see typically,
But we have them, even if
Its difficult to see.

I am so very proud of you
And everything you have done.
There is no one else on this earth
I would want to call my son.

I love you Mason.

Love, Mommy

(This article was submitted to Finding Cooper’s Voice by Jill Potter. Her son Mason was diagnosed on the autism spectrum at 21 months. Jill is a working mommy who actively advocates for her son and actively supports new parents beginning their autism journey. Jill shares their journey at My Yellow Brick Road.)


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