A letter to my two-year old son:
This morning I dropped you off in your classroom at the daycare. You ran to your friend who has cerebral palsy. He’s a bit older but due to his disabilities he is in your class.
You hugged him and your face was covered by his facial excess from drooling and snot.
You backed away, “Ewwww!” You said and preceded to clean your face with the inside of your shirt.
Then you took the bottom of your shirt and reached to his face to clean his completely so you could return and give him a real tight hug.
You almost tipped him over, as two little guys clumsily tried to hold love in a balance.
I watched as his face dug into your forehead. You were so happy to see him, to hold him, to love him.
I sobbed making my way…
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