So, Boy and Girl Child went to their first birthday party ever on Saturday and surprisingly enough, the house did not fall down, the sky did not fall, and nothing bad happened.
I know. Crazy.
What did happen was they ate a ton of pizza and cake and ice cream, swam in the pool and played video games and pretty much had the time of their lives.
I went to pick them up and the birthday boy's relative (who he lives with) thanked me for letting them come. She told me how lonely the little boy was in his neighborhood. Most of the people who live there are older, like her. And the kids who live there pick on the little boy and tease him.
I heard her say to Jason, "Boy Child has always been such a good friend to Birthday Boy. He's never acted like there is anything wrong with him. Birthday Boy just loves Boy Child."
Boy Child overheard and when we got in the car he said, "What did Birthday Boy's relative say about me?"
I told him that she was just happy because Birthday Boy had such a good friend and it was sad but, unfortunately some other kids picked on Birthday Boy, because of his handicap.
And Boy Child said,
"Birthday Boy is handicapped?"
He had no idea. Because he just doesn't see things like that. When Boy Child looks at Birthday Boy, he sees a friend. Not a handicap.
And he's my kid. This thoughtful, kind little soul is my son.
And I am so grateful.