Many of our children have lost their voices. Their silence is painful. Difficult to interpret. Sometimes full of sadness.
When we discovered how quickly our children’s ability to communicate was taken away, our own voices became louder, stronger and heard as one. The more we spoke up for our children, the more we realized we wanted to help not just our own, but all children who’ve been harmed.
Sometimes our own silence has helped. It’s allowed us to stop, think, reflect and organize. We think about the here and now, and where we want our children to be in the future. When we are quiet we are better able to focus and be true to our mission. It gives us a chance to rebuild the determination we need, because despite the great odds we and our children face, we can and will go forward.
On Silent Sunday we invite you to slow down, to reflect and to remember. To remember who it is we work so hard for. To see who has taught us how to be so strong. To be thankful that we can be giving. And to always be true to each other and to those who have brought us together: our children.
Silent Sundays.
A chance to renew.
To release.
Silent, but not silenced.
To remind.
To remind us and the world that we will push through. We will work out the past in order to reach the future. So, join us. Help us. Remember why we do what we do. And that we will never give up on our children, or on yours.
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Welcome to the Thinking Moms’ first Silent Sunday. Make a wish. Tell us what it is. Now, get out there and help make it come true.
~Mamacita
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I wish people who did not know John before…would just trust me he used to speak…he used to sing the Barney song and he used to make animal sounds. He used to call his Dad, “Not the Momma” becuase his older brother taught him to say that and it made everyone laugh. I wish I had recorded everyday of his normalcy to share with the one who doubt us. Most of all I wish I could go back in time 20 years this month and relive the last days before giving birth to a perfectly healthy child. I wish while ordering diapers out of a catalog I also ordered “A Shot in the Dark” a book the online order taker recommended to me…we even talked about vaccines and I told her I had delayed my older son’s, but in Mississippi, you get caught and DHS steps in. I wish I had started fighting the system then for exemptions in Mississippi. I NONE of you had to read this blog or write it…becuase vaccine damage was public knowledge and no longer an issue. Most of all…I wish you success beyond measure…and normalcy back in your homes..
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I wish that all children are loved as much as ours…
This came at a perfect timing as today I felt the need to refocus and reassess. We are at a stagnant place and it’s making me very sad. Need to reboot and recharge. Thank you TMR’s!
I wish every day that my daughter could enjoy the world as other kids do but sadly she’s very stuck.
we’ve been there. Thats when I go into research mode and listen to my gut to decide what to do next. GL!!
I wish for a time machine…
I wish LoRenzo would give up the echolalia in exchange for conversation. I wish the mothers to be listen to my story and not get the flu shot and educate themselves before vaccinating their babies.
I wish there was more awareness about mitochondrial disease…both genetic and environmentally induced… and the connection metabolic/mitochondrial disorders have with being a root cause of Autism….
Today I reflect on my children and how their being has OPENED my eyes, to look at the world through a whole new set of lenses… and for that I am thankful….
http://babyfoodsteps.wordpress.com/babymitosteps/mitoautism/
I wish that there are no more children injuried by vaccinations. And those who are, to be renewed. But for now, I will be thankful that God gives me the opportunity to spend another day with my handsome son…..
I wish I could have my children back….the way they were supposed to be….healthy and free of Autism and vaccine injury.
And I wish the world would wake up, already…..before it’s too late….
I wish for Sophia to learn how to move past apraxia and express herself.