What a pleasure it was to see the happiness on Shneur’s face when he listened to music. As the opening rhythm emanated from the speakers, he would dive towards the player or computer, his face aglow.
One thing I could not explain. When I called “Shneur!” why wouldn’t he look at me?! His head would not turn in my direction. Does he have such selective hearing?
“Shneur,” I would beg, “Shneur, where are mommy’s eyes?” No answer. Shneur remained in a world of his own. Oh, I was suspicious. Something dark and unknown began to gnaw inside me. Is my son different somehow from “regular” kids?
I have been granted a gift from Hashem: a special child. He challenges me, demands so much of me. But I owe him a huge debt of gratitude. On his account, I reached within to find a hidden strength I never knew I had.
As a mother of a special child I have frequently found myself—I still do!—in strange and daunting circumstances. My family and I have been able to turn this challenge into a springboard for growth and an opportunity to impact others.
A Shlucha’s journal of her experiences – both the trials and joys of raising her special child.
Schneur Lipsh is an autistic teenager living with his parents and many siblings on Shlichus in Haifa, Israel. As he was growing up, his mother, Shlucha Sara Rivkah Lipsh, wrote a journal. In her journal, she opens her heart and pulls the reader in with her warmth, her “realness” and her sometimes soul-wrenching words.
The book was just published, translated into English, and available at local book stores.