A Watchful Eye
To the mother at the Museum of Science and History,
You walked outside while we were eating lunch. You had two children with you.
Your oldest boy was curious and wandering. I watched your youngest girl and thought how well she listened and obeyed you. She reminded me of Margaret so I watched closer.
I noticed how much time you spent with your oldest boy. Watching, closely following… very closely.
I noticed how your youngest just followed in line and…
Well, then I watched you.
I watched your eyes and began to see the picture. I know it well. Your watchful eyes, the concerns, the constant of it all. It was only after watching you that it clicked… autism.
Your oldest was moving about and your watchful eyes spoke thousands.
Once or twice you looked at me but in a flash, your eyes were back on him.
I wanted William to make a sound or move about so you could see that you and I were one.
He was eating.
The only time he is somewhat physically still and free of sound is when he is eating. So, we sat still and I watched some more.
You looked tired. Your watchful eyes looked tired but loving.
Watchful. Tired. Loving.
I hoped for you to have support. I hoped for you to have breaks and time away to recharge.
I hoped for you to have what I have.
William was finished. He leaped up and broke into a sonnet of some sort <smile>
Your eyes watched him. Then your eyes met mine and you smiled a big smile.
It clicked.
Your eyes looked revived.
And I think mine did too… <big smile>
To read more blogs from Melanie, Seth and TheFowler4Group, check out their Website (www.lookatmyeyes.com) and while you’re there, buy a copy of their book, “Look At My Eyes”. Or find them on YouTube. To contact TheFowler4 Group email: [email protected]
Special Thanks to Jewett Photography DFW Photographers http://www.jewettphotography.com
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