Walking to the Beat of Their Own Drummer

This lovely poem was given to me by my wonderful neighbor, Kay.  Kay is retiring, after more than twenty years, as a teacher’s aide in the Special Education classroom of our tiny, local public school.  This poem was given to her by the first teacher she worked for, and she re-discovered it when she was cleaning our her desk.

She passed it along to me because parts of it reminded her of my youngest son, who has Tourette Syndrome as well as a few other God-given traits that make him unique and much loved by us.  The poem does, indeed, remind me of my son, but I also thought of my youngest grandson who is also very unique and special and blessed with Sensory Integration Disorder.  This is for these two boys, whom I love so very much.

Here’s to the Kids Who Are Different,
by Digby Wolf

Here’s to the kids who are different,
The kids who don’t always get A’s.
The kids who have ears
Not at all like their peers,
Or have noises that go on for days.


Here’s to the kids who are different,
The kids who are just out of step,
The kids they all tease
Who have cuts on their knees,
And whose sneakers are constantly wet.


Here’s to the kids who are different,
The kids with a mischievous streak,
For when they are grown,
As history has shown,
It’s their difference that makes them unique.

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3 comments to Walking to the Beat of Their Own Drummer

  • That was such a moving poem Mrs. Linebarger.  Are the pictures of your son and grandson?  They are just adorable.  That poem really spoke to me as well, I taught in the school system for many years and LOVED MANY children just like this. What a blessing your son and grandson must be to you.  Thanks so much for sharing. 

  • Yes, the boy fishing is my now 7 year old (those pictures were taken last summer and I just love them!), and the little guy is my youngest grandson (middle grandchild) who will be three next month.  Thank you for the compliment, I think they’re pretty adorable, too! 😉

  • :goodjob:
    I landed on your site following a link from Peggy’s site and what a wonderful time I’ve had here. I love this poem and had to grab it for our own son. He is our ‘wild card’ here with his always on the go ways and spirit but it’s truly that spirit of his that keeps us all going. He was recently burned, and without that spirit, I don’t know that he would have healed as well as he is right now…nor would this mother’s heart have fared as well during his weeks in the hospital!
    I have been blessed beyond measure visiting today — thank you so much for sharing as you do!