One of the highlights of my morning is putting my son on the school bus.  Not that I like to see him go.  Quite the contrary.  I enjoy every minute of our time together.  What brings joy to me every morning is the little, smiling faces already on the bus when it comes to get my son.  Beautiful faces with bright smiles.  Little hands that wave to me as the bus pulls away.  I love these children.  Pure.  Innocent.  Full of love.  Love the way I believe it was meant to be.  Accepting.  Non-judgemental.  Genuine.

I have long admired the love that comes from my son and other children like him.  Those with “disabilities.”  I don’t know.  Are they really the ones with the disabilities?  It is true in some cases they are not able to do the many things we take for granted.  Many have trouble walking.  Some do not write.  Or speak.  They may have difficulty understanding instructions.  Many need care and assistance for even the simplest daily tasks.  But what I see are beautiful people with hearts of gold.  Able to do what very few of us can even comprehend.  My son could care less whether I drive him around in a beat-up, old pick-up truck or a Mercedes Benz.  Doesn’t matter does it?  As long as we get safely where we need to go?  If I serve hot dogs for dinner or steak, he is happy to have food and eats heartily.  Clothes from Wal-Mart, a consignment shop or the Gap?  He could care less!  As long as he is in soft material that is easy on his skin and has his favorite colors, all is well.  How I long to have more of his character.

Over the years, I have learned much from my son and from other people with different abilities.  I trust my gut more when meeting people.  Maybe I am a little more present when I am with those I love, really taking the time to take them in and appreciate them.  I give thanks every day.  On the rare occasion that my son gets upset with someone or something, he makes his objection known, and then he lets it go.  He doesn’t hold a grudge.  He will welcome your apology and offer you a hug or two.  How I need to learn more forgiveness.

I always say I have two heroes.  Oprah and an my son.  Oprah because she inspires the world to change for the better.  My son because he inspires me to do better.  He is just so full of love.  So full of joy.  Such a gift to me and those who know him.

Thank God for allowing me to see the beauty every weekday in those little angel faces.  Thank you for allowing me to share my life with someone so much wiser than myself.  Please watch over all people with different abilities.  Help the world to see and embrace all they have to offer.  Amen.

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