TITLE: Divine Intervention on a Happy Homeschooling Day
By Phyllis Smith Asinyanbi
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Dateline: Apr. 16, 2009
DIVINE INTERVENTION ON A HAPPY HOMESCHOOLING DAY
My lovable son, D., who was diagnosed with Asperger's last year has struggled for years with communication and social deficits. He recently told me, "I hate all kids and am not going to be bothered with any of them." My heart hurt when he said this, because I know that by nature my son is sweet, caring, and very socially interested; he has simply had difficulty with his attempts at making friends. When he said this, I told him I understood how hurt he was because of past experiences, but I wanted him to continue to hold on to what I told him a few years ago (that God would send him a friend).
Well, it was a beautiful day here in the Big City, kind of cool, but still a beautiful partly sunny day. I took my son to the park, and he was thoroughly enjoying himself. He started to play with another boy and was having a great time, but the boy had to leave along with the other children he had come to the park with. I proceeded to go into the park district building to find out the availability of spring classes for my boy; I left him outside playing for a few minutes on the sliding board.
When I returned from my short errand, I saw a boy sitting with his mom on a park bench. I almost passed them by but decided to sit on the end of their bench. I spoke to the mom and her 13-year-old son. The mom told me she also had a 9-year-old son (same age as my boy). We began to talk, and we discovered that both our children were diagnosed with Asperger's syndrome, mine with an articulation disorder, and cognitive giftedness along with Asperger's--her son with ADHD and bipolar along with his diagnosis of Asperger's.
We later realized that my son and hers had started to play together. Later my son told me he asked her son if he wanted to play; they began to play and her son told mine, "I'm different from you. I'm Jewish." My boy responded, "That's okay. Jewish people believe in God." After that, they got along famously.
Since that time, we have met at the park on two separate occasions for a play date, and we also have had dinner with our new acquaintances. The mom told me that she has six children, four are older and do not live with her--but the two youngest ones, the 13 year old and the 9 year old live with her. This Jewish mother shared with me that she had been homeless for seven years and only recently (September 2008) had become housed through a housing program. At the time we met, I was currently homeless. She and I both agreed that divine providence brought us and our children together.
God is awesome, and my son's faith in Him has been strengthened. This was certainly a happy homeschooling day for my son and me.
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