She told me about her ex-highschool-boyfriend, and how EVERY week at church, instead of sitting up the back with all his friends, he would choose to go and sit in the middle of the church next to the boy (same age) with down syndrome. And how, 15 years later, they all still go to that same church, and this man (and his whole family now) STILL sit with this man with down syndrome. Every week.
What a beautiful thing to do, and what a beautiful person to be able to see someone for who they are and not for their disabilities. This is something that breaks my heart for little Ashlea* - knowing that people will always struggle to see past her disabilities and see who she really is. Even her therapists at times struggle to see past what they are treating. Some see spasticity, others see kidney problems, still others see developmental delays. It is a rare person who sees past all this and really SEES Ashlea, really 'gets' her.
I don't know either of the people in this story from a bar of soap, but as a SN mum I found it really lovely. I just hope and pray that some equally kind souls will come into Ashlea's life as she is growing up.
* yes, I am using her real name. It is a PITA to keep using code names, especially when