Blessed are those who stop and listen to my chatter. You may not understand me, but I love when people talk to me, for I long for companionship, too.

Blessed are those who take my hand and walk with me when the path is rough, for I easily stumble and grow weary. But thank you, too for letting me walk alone when the path is smooth, for I must learn independence.

Blessed are those who take the time to tell me about special happenings, for unless you make special effort to inform me, I remain ignorant.

Blessed are those who wait for me. I may be slow, but I appreciate your patience.

Blessed are those who are not ashamed to be seen in public with me, for I did not choose to be born thus. It could have been you.

Blessed are those who do not pity me, for I don't want pity. All I want is understanding and respect for what I have learned.

Blessed are those who notice my accomplishments, small as they may seem to you. I must work long and hard to learn many of the things you take for granted.

Blessed are those who include me in their games, even though I may not understand the rules. I still like to be included in your activities.

Blessed are those who think of me as a person who loves, and hurts, and feels joy and pain just like you do, for in that respect I am normal.