To accept, to understand, to celebrate

I wish someone had told me earlier that my son had Asperger’s Syndrome.

I wish someone had told me that he was locked into a world that he didn’t choose; a world that I didn’t cause.

I wish someone had told me that I didn’t need to rescue him or force him out of his narrow prison.

I wish someone had told me that all I had to do was join him in his world, sit there with him while he found the courage and acceptance that would help him find his own way into the world that judged him odd; different.

I wish someone had told me how easy it would be to celebrate him when I understood.