My Little Star

I haven't written in a while, not because I have nothing to say, just because I've been tired, really tired and stretched and that doesn't really fit with the title of my blog. However, a comment made yesterday has had my mind in a tizzy and I knew it was time. Time to process and write and release it all. In the midst of all the excitement of the sale of our house, our real estate agent relayed a short story. She mentioned that when the other agent was here she asked if something was wrong with our little girl. I immediately wondered why? What gave it away? And was devastated by the response. It was a beautiful picture of M. sitting on the beach. There was no walker or wheelchair, her eyes weren't crossed, her stumble didn't show...how did they know? A complete stranger saw it. It's not that I hide her disorder, I openly discuss it with anyone who is interested. I adore her and feel that she is exactly who she is suppose to be. However, I think I had thought that because there was no wheelchair or helmet or oxygen mask, we had escaped the scrutiny of others. My heart ached as I realized that M's journey just got harder as she wears her diagnosis on her face. My beautiful girl, God's perfect masterpiece, others may see differently. How am I suppose to process this? I know that Jeff wouldn't care. He didn't. He's never been one for worrying about anyone else's opinion. I love that about him and pray that it rubs off on the rest of us. I just know that I've seen the cruelty of others, the comments, the taunting and my mother instincts wanted to hide sweet baby girl away from it all. As she is walking and talking, I thought that maybe I could. Maybe she would blend in and not be noticed. Well darling, I had too small of dreams for you. I guess now that you've been spotted, you are going to have to do exactly what you are best at doing, shine baby, shine! I just pray that the world is kind to you as you do.