Scrapbooking top 50 Australia Challenge requirements:
Include something to represent the initials for "WINGS"
W - Window and Wire butterflies
I - Indigo Card
N - Negative Space
G - Glitter Gel Pen
S - Sewing (beads with butterflies all hand sewn on)
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"Wings" Challenge 1
Scrapbooking top 50 Australia Challenge requirements::
*Quote
*Flowers
*Meaningful journalling
I was inspired to do this one from an essay/poem was recently sent to me in an email, it's my boy to a 'T'. He has aspergers syndrome which is a high functioning autism. He is so unique and special - but he doesn't see that. I hope in time Aleks can look back on this page and just see how special he is :)
I made a fold out card to put the majority of the essay in. On the front are the first and last stanza's - they are so important. It says:
I have autism.
I hold only a few similarities to the character in “Rain Man.”
When I am out on the playground,
never say to my mother,
“I would have never guessed that;
he looks so normal”
The face of autism is not a defined one.
I often hear people say to my mum,
“It must be so hard for you”
– no one ever says that to me.
In fact, no one expects me to understand or respond
because of the face society has painted autism to be.
I do not know all that autism is, but I know who I am.
I am special, and cherished.
Almost like a superhero
I was set aside to have these unique abilities.
They are not a disability.
They are not something to fear.
In a way they are magical.
I have unlocked parts of my brain that others cannot.
When you look at me, don’t look at me
with sadness or feel sorry for me.
Look at me with wonderment and
I will amaze you every time.
I hold only a few similarities to the character in “Rain Man.”
When I am out on the playground,
never say to my mother,
“I would have never guessed that;
he looks so normal”
The face of autism is not a defined one.
I often hear people say to my mum,
“It must be so hard for you”
– no one ever says that to me.
In fact, no one expects me to understand or respond
because of the face society has painted autism to be.
I do not know all that autism is, but I know who I am.
I am special, and cherished.
Almost like a superhero
I was set aside to have these unique abilities.
They are not a disability.
They are not something to fear.
In a way they are magical.
I have unlocked parts of my brain that others cannot.
When you look at me, don’t look at me
with sadness or feel sorry for me.
Look at me with wonderment and
I will amaze you every time.
I'll post what is in the middle below with the journalling pic...
*This essay “In Their Own Words” is written by Tonya Procor, a loving mother of a son with autism.*
I have autism.
I hold only a few similarities to the character in “Rain Man.”
When I am out on the playground,
never say to my mother,
“I would have never guessed that;
he looks so normal”
The face of autism is not a defined one.
I have autism.
This does not mean I am deaf,
nor does it mean I can’t
understand your words.
When cruel things are said,
it hurts just like it would anyone else.
Sometimes even more,
as I am very sensitive.
I have autism.
I am not blind. When you stare at me, point, and whisper
– I don’t like it.
I sometimes cannot control my emotions; however,
I still can see you.
I have autism.
I am not spoiled, undisciplined,
or disrespectful intentionally.
Don’t tell my parents I just need to be smacked, as that
would never work and I smack back!
All I know is if I am being hurt I must defend myself.
I have autism.
This does not mean I am mentally delayed.
I am very smart.
I may focus on only a few things,
but I have become an expert on them.
I have autism.
Don’t think I am not capable of love or am emotionally
detached from the world around me.
I am very close to my family
and sometimes need to be hugged.
I do have the capacity to care.
Especially if I see someone else being hurt or teased.
I have autism.
I will line things up on the floor in my room in perfect
order. This may be strange, but to me it is contentment.
I can only relax if things are in sync.
I have autism.
Which means I am supersensitive to sounds;
I hear all of them. Even the smallest of sounds.
When I get overloaded with too many
sounds at once, It is hard to cope and
I must step away and be alone.
This does not mean I can’t handle the world,
I just have to have more time to tune out
as I hear more than everyone.
I have autism.
I live by schedules. This is one of the ways I have
found to cope with the chaos around me.
Knowing what is going to happen
at a certain time each day
helps me prepare for transitions.
That is why it is difficult for me to deal
with a schedule change.
I have to have order to obtain peace.
I have autism.
It is very important for people to
mean what they say.
That is why joking with me is never understood.
Things are black and white to me,
like a set schedule. If you say you are
going to turn blue in five minutes,
I expect you to do so.
So remember, having autism does not mean I am blind,
retarded, unresponsive, incapable of love,
or unable to function in the real world.
I am unique and gifted
because I have found a way to coexist
within two very separate worlds.
Take a moment to think about how many of us
have difficulty within just the one world we live,
now imagine juggling two.
This is something I have learned to do.
So forgive me if at times I have trouble
separating the two,
again I am only human.
I often hear people say to my mum,
“It must be so hard for you”
– no one ever says that to me.
In fact, no one expects me to understand or respond
because of the face society has painted autism to be.
I do not know all that autism is, but I know who I am.
I am special, and cherished.
Almost like a superhero
I was set aside to have these unique abilities.
They are not a disability.
They are not something to fear.
In a way they are magical.
I have unlocked parts of my brain that others cannot.
When you look at me, don’t look at me
with sadness or feel sorry for me.
Look at me with wonderment and
I will amaze you every time.
I hold only a few similarities to the character in “Rain Man.”
When I am out on the playground,
never say to my mother,
“I would have never guessed that;
he looks so normal”
The face of autism is not a defined one.
I have autism.
This does not mean I am deaf,
nor does it mean I can’t
understand your words.
When cruel things are said,
it hurts just like it would anyone else.
Sometimes even more,
as I am very sensitive.
I have autism.
I am not blind. When you stare at me, point, and whisper
– I don’t like it.
I sometimes cannot control my emotions; however,
I still can see you.
I have autism.
I am not spoiled, undisciplined,
or disrespectful intentionally.
Don’t tell my parents I just need to be smacked, as that
would never work and I smack back!
All I know is if I am being hurt I must defend myself.
I have autism.
This does not mean I am mentally delayed.
I am very smart.
I may focus on only a few things,
but I have become an expert on them.
I have autism.
Don’t think I am not capable of love or am emotionally
detached from the world around me.
I am very close to my family
and sometimes need to be hugged.
I do have the capacity to care.
Especially if I see someone else being hurt or teased.
I have autism.
I will line things up on the floor in my room in perfect
order. This may be strange, but to me it is contentment.
I can only relax if things are in sync.
I have autism.
Which means I am supersensitive to sounds;
I hear all of them. Even the smallest of sounds.
When I get overloaded with too many
sounds at once, It is hard to cope and
I must step away and be alone.
This does not mean I can’t handle the world,
I just have to have more time to tune out
as I hear more than everyone.
I have autism.
I live by schedules. This is one of the ways I have
found to cope with the chaos around me.
Knowing what is going to happen
at a certain time each day
helps me prepare for transitions.
That is why it is difficult for me to deal
with a schedule change.
I have to have order to obtain peace.
I have autism.
It is very important for people to
mean what they say.
That is why joking with me is never understood.
Things are black and white to me,
like a set schedule. If you say you are
going to turn blue in five minutes,
I expect you to do so.
So remember, having autism does not mean I am blind,
retarded, unresponsive, incapable of love,
or unable to function in the real world.
I am unique and gifted
because I have found a way to coexist
within two very separate worlds.
Take a moment to think about how many of us
have difficulty within just the one world we live,
now imagine juggling two.
This is something I have learned to do.
So forgive me if at times I have trouble
separating the two,
again I am only human.
I often hear people say to my mum,
“It must be so hard for you”
– no one ever says that to me.
In fact, no one expects me to understand or respond
because of the face society has painted autism to be.
I do not know all that autism is, but I know who I am.
I am special, and cherished.
Almost like a superhero
I was set aside to have these unique abilities.
They are not a disability.
They are not something to fear.
In a way they are magical.
I have unlocked parts of my brain that others cannot.
When you look at me, don’t look at me
with sadness or feel sorry for me.
Look at me with wonderment and
I will amaze you every time.
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"Wings" Challenge 2
Scrapbooking top 50 Australia Challenge requirements:
* use the quote - it's in the top right hand corner.
* Include hand cutting - the butterflies are hand cut out of a printed vellum
* distressing - There is tearing and sanding in different areas. Also the backing of the poem has been rolled and had the edges distressed. the whole background has strips of masking that has been sanded and painted over to try and give an aged feel.
and
* some (more than 1) butterflies and/or birds, there's two of each.
the poem reads:
Mummy, I am in heaven, so please don't shed your tears
I can see you and I love you and I will through all the years
I know you are my mother and none other would I have chose
For even up here in Heaven true love continues to grow.
Daddy, I see that sometimes when you are all alone
Your eyes get kind of misty and your thoughts they kind of roam
You are thinking of how things would be if I was there with you
All the things you would have taught me and watched me as I grow.
But I still love you my dear parents as if I was there on earth
I remember how you longed for me and looked forward to my birth
There was nothing you did wrong so please put your minds at rest
God just wanted to keep me and you know He picks the best.
And one day we will all be together in our castle in the sky
True peace and love and happiness, things money cannot buy
And you can hold your angel and sing me a lullaby
For a parent's love for their children is a love that will never die.
I can see you and I love you and I will through all the years
I know you are my mother and none other would I have chose
For even up here in Heaven true love continues to grow.
Daddy, I see that sometimes when you are all alone
Your eyes get kind of misty and your thoughts they kind of roam
You are thinking of how things would be if I was there with you
All the things you would have taught me and watched me as I grow.
But I still love you my dear parents as if I was there on earth
I remember how you longed for me and looked forward to my birth
There was nothing you did wrong so please put your minds at rest
God just wanted to keep me and you know He picks the best.
And one day we will all be together in our castle in the sky
True peace and love and happiness, things money cannot buy
And you can hold your angel and sing me a lullaby
For a parent's love for their children is a love that will never die.
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"Wings" Challenge 3
Scrapbooking top 50 Australia Challenge requirements:
* Use Quote - Bottom right hand corner
* At least 2 photo's used
* Cut out one photo (bottom 4x6 has been cut out around Dom and plants) and
* 4 word title
* Use Quote - Bottom right hand corner
* At least 2 photo's used
* Cut out one photo (bottom 4x6 has been cut out around Dom and plants) and
* 4 word title
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