Too proud to be offended
I am not sure when it happened.
The stares used to bother me. The looks of pity. The children whispering about Alex when he “sings”, and hoots his cares away.
When he was born and dying I actually thought to myself how soon can we fix those thumbs. I guess it was a visible sign that things weren’t perfectly typical. I’m not proud of that, but its the truth.
I see now, and I see this because I have the honor of having Alex, that perfectly typical was a myth to begin with.
Yes, I still am able to recognize the looks of pitty, and the whispers, but I am no longer burned. Maybe it was my problem to begin with?
I’m not sure when it happened, but I’m too proud of who Alex is to be offended by anyone else and their ignorance, or curiosity.
Alex is perfectly Alex, just like we are all perfectly who we are. I love each crooked thumb, I love his sense of humor, I adore his happy easy going ways. I see that he knows so much more than the tests say he does, sneaky bugger, and I love it!
I am so proud of you Alexander Pruitt!
Its nice in this place………..join me?
I’ll join you! This describes exactly how I feel about Gracie. People can look all they want to, I am so proud of her and love to show her off.
I’ll join you! It’s an honor as a mother to be able to see our children in a light of perfection that only applies to us. It’s like a secret club, a private gift. There’s is perfection there and we see it…perfectly.