A mother talking

I am the mother of a small, charming young lady. Her name is Eleonora and she is five years old. She was diagnosed with a mild form of autism. On the one hand that troubled me a lot, but on the other it made me have a better relationship with my daughter. The way I think also changed very much and in that mrs. Marijke helped me tremendously. What can I say about that woman; for me she is a savior, because she made me understand my daughter, and to accept her exactly the way she is, to love her even more. 

What I learn from this procedure that I am going through is that is is not enough just to accept your child being different, but to integrate this into your life as well, into your daily life and that might be the most difficult part of this being different that we call autism. I don't know if I have seen Eleonora so happy as I see her when I go the the Autism Center. Her eyes shine with joy, she is 2-3 hours in the play room with mrs. Marijke and Tonia and she doesn't stop smiling and enjoying herself. When I see her in there playing, I know that I did the best thing I could for Eleonora. I offered her that what is maybe the only thing that all children of the world need: acceptance. Such a small word meaning so much. If all parents respected and accepted their children being different, I believe that they would make their children happier.