The child on the periphery - II - Page 2

Originally posted by: MahikaL

Just wanted to add--I love how, despite so many unglamorous problems going on--money, kid stuff, relatives driving them bonkers--Vidya and Aditya still manage to find the joy in each moment. So nice to see them feeling good about each other. I really hope something of that remains.

Mahika.

If you have seen movie "Bawarchi" of Rajesh Khanna, there were some real words depicting the essence of life.One of them was "We often tend to wait for bigger occasions-Birth day,festivals,ceremonies for celebrations & happiness.But in life many small moments do carry huge meanings. A wife may not wish openly her husband helping her in kitchen but covertly she will bid for the the same."

Vidya's mother rightly said to her"Joy of life is in living it , not retreating from it"

lovely post skeptical...i was a bit emotional watching the episode n then wat im reading here makes me teary!no words 2 say..im jus touched the way u have described abhi ..well dne dear

Originally posted by: MahikaL

Skepsie, Brilliant! And yes, very true. Abhi is a true little hero. He did show some jealousy when he woke up crying because Vidya was not with him, but he rallied himself very well.

I have been having such a hard time lately, balancing both my kids' needs (autistic and non). I think we adults have more limitations than the kids. They have so much capacity to enjoy each moment and believe the best of everyone.

Mahika.

I can sort of understand why people cannot differentiate between mental illness and autism. Unless we are in close contact with it, how can we know? That's why the show is so great, and Abhi as the vehicle for intuitive understanding is so cool--they show the day to day so well.

When Aditya was going up and down the stairs of the apartment building to tire Antara out, I started bawling because that is SO CLOSE to what we do! I saw my husband in Aditya at that moment, as he is the one who tires our son out physically every single day so that he can sleep well at night.

The sibling also pays a price, let us be honest. I am just waiting for the day my daughter tells me the good and bad of being raised with an autistic sibling. One part of me will be so proud of her, the other part will die of guilt for her having to be so grown up so fast.

Mahika.

My continuous appreciation for the child on the periphery is for a reason. These children learn to sacrifice at a very young age. They are forced to by their circumstances. Somewhere along the line they begin to love the sibling because his parents love it. The child silently reflects his parents love. He subdues his wants of parental attention for this special child. It slowly becomes a second nature to him. Parents must value this.