Iam his, Iam hers, I am their sounding voice
Iam the trumpet leading their alarm
I am the quilt that sheilds them from harm
We are the voice to the voiceless
the puzzle to their missing pieces
We are the mothers,fathers, and educators of the unique
The gifted generation.
I know some may seem confused
Often wonder how we go about life the way we do
Asking how do you deal with this every day
Kindly inform them God created my child just as he created yours.
He saw something wonderful in them that he had to share with the world.We may not always know what they want or even understand a word they say.
Some of us have ones who say very little or show no emotion of display.
It is moments when they accomplish a goal, learn to say their name or even call out mom or dad. It is a moment that God show us that miracles can always happen. It is the moments that show us they can hear us in the midst of out tears, understand why we fight for their rights of service.
I am my child’s advocate his trumpet leading his alarm. His voice until he finds his own. This is not a job, nor a punishment. This is an honor to be their mothers,fathers and educators of the unique. The gifted generation!
