When I was a younger I often times had to work more than one job to make sure the bills were paid. This was no big deal because I had lots of energy and it most of the time I managed to have pretty like-able jobs.
At one time, I was working at a bakery/cafe on the weekends and at night. It was fun, the people were nice and everyone was happy when they were coming in for a treat of a delicious cup of coffee, cookie, pie or cake.
One day, while I was working, I nice young dad came in with his little boy. They were sweet, just as most of the customers were. Then I noticed it; this sweet boy that couldn't even have been two years old, had no arms or legs. He was happily held up in his dad's strong arms, without a care in the world.
I tried to my shield my eyes that were welling up and asked the man in a slight whisper if I could give his son a cookie. He said, "sure". He later told me that was the first chopcolate chip cookie his son ever had and he loved it! I felt good about bringing happiness to a sweet little boy that would undoubtedly have a tough life later. I couldn't help thinking about that.....for a very long time. Even now, I wonder how he is.
Some days later, I was with my son in the parking lot of the bakery and saw the man and his son. I said, "hello" and my son did what most four year olds probably would...He stared.
I was mortified and embarrassed. He kept saying, "mom, mom, mom" and trying to get my attention. I hurried him to the car. The last thing they needed was another kid staring and asking questions.
"Mom, mom, mom" he kept on. I got him in the car, hoping they hadn't heard and once we were in, with the doors closed, I proceeded to lecture him about staring about people who are different and how hard his life probably is and so on. After that, I FINALLY asked him what he wanted to tell me.
He said, in his sweetest voice, so selflessly, "Mom, I wanted to tell you that I felt bad for that boy and that I wish it was me with no arms and legs so that it wouldn't have to be him." I hugged him and showered him with kisses and we both cried.
That was 13 years ago and I cry every time I think of that day. My son was not only accepting but he was wanting to take away the hurt of "that boy" and in turn, taught me something about acceptance.
This Blog was written for the Positive Attitude for the Weary Soul's Holiday Acceptance. There is a pretty good chance that I didn't hit the 500 word minimum but I really don't think I could have said anymore. I am ok if I was in violation of contest rules...:o)
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