I’ve been browsing through the internet and I saw a mother’s letter to the world.
It was heartbreaking and heartwarming at the same time.
I have a little nephew who is differently-abled. His left hand is not fully developed and he has three fingers which are stuck together. Yes, it looks different, it may even look weird to other people. But I love his hand, I kiss it every time I see it.
I remembered the first time we saw him after my sister gave birth to him. We all cried asking why it wasn’t detected at an earlier stage. Why has God has given such an innocent soul a difficult burden to carry for the rest of his life.
Each time we walk in the mall, or go eat at a restaurant, people would look at him, point fingers… and some would even make loud remarks. Yes, it may be forgivable for people who never encountered such difference, especially to the children. But how people accept this difference can make a whole difference in our lives… in my little nephew’s life.
It breaks my heart whenever he asks why his hand was different. All I could say was God loves you little one, and if anyone asks why you have such hand, tell them that God has made you special, so that you can inspire goodness and kindness in other people. We call his hand, magic hand. We ask him not to be ashamed of it, but be proud of it, that despite being differently-abled, the people around him are the ones who truly cares for him and are all good people.
But I cannot deny the fact that seeing my nephew, seeing his mother being so protective of him, not being able to play games because he’s different… it is no wonder that even such a young innocent mind would think… “I want to be where the world’s at.”
Here’s the link of the article I read and I hope you take your time to read it as well:
Here’s the content:
He’s Not Scary, He’s Just A Little Boy
Jameson is just a little boy like every other little guy . . .well almost! He has a rare condition that has left him looking a little differently.
And unfortunately, that means that sometimes kids treat him a little differently, too—sometimes not too nicely, although not always on purpose.
After some encounters with strangers, Jameson’s mom realized she could be silent no more. She knew that their experiences might help protect others from being teased or mistreated. But only if everyone who reads this, shares it to spread this very important message.
This isn’t just a message about one little boy, but about all people who are made fun of and singled out for their differences.
Here is his mother’s plea for you:
I want to begin by saying that I don’t hold anything against these children, or their parents. I understand that it can be extremely awkward when your child is the one making fun or being mean to another child.
But, the next time this happens I hope these parents do more.
Because although I cannot take offense, I would be lying if I said it didn’t hurt. It does. It hurts to see my child be made fun of, knowing that this will be a big part of his world the rest of his life.
By now you might be wondering what happened to prompt these words. Nothing has happened that hasn’t happened before, and sadly that won’t happen again. But, for some reason, it has just happened a lot in the last few weeks.
During a school Open House event, the entire school, K-5th grade, was corralled in the cafeteria to listen to opening remarks and welcomes. As we were walking into the crowded cafeteria we were immediately greeted by a little boy who pointed at Jameson, nudged his mother, and said he looked funny.
We paid no mind and continued to walk through the cafeteria looking for a spot to sit down. Shortly after we sat down two little girls and their mother sat across from us. One little girl looked at us, turned to her mother and said “He looks scary,” pointing to Jameson. Her mother told her that wasn’t nice to say, and turned around.
Last weekend, in the grocery store with my two boys, a mother and her son are walking down the aisle towards us. I see the little boy look up; I smile at him. He starts to laugh, and tells his mom, “Look mom, that baby looks funny,” laughing. I look at his mother and she cannot even muster a word, her jaw hanging open.
As a parent I have been in situations where my child has done or said something inappropriate, so I understand the embarrassment.
I also understand that these children are not to blame. Think about it, we teach them from birth to single things out. Put a bunch of red blocks together, sneak a green one in, and them tell them to look for the green one, the different one.
Sort the shapes that only fit through the right hole. You’ll never fit a round peg in a square hole. The round one is wrong. It’s OK to notice differences. That’s how we identify one thing from another. We teach what is by teaching what isn’t.
But these are objects. We can single them out and choose the right one, the one that fits in. We can’t do this to people; to children.
As a mother of a child who looks different, this is my plea to you:
If you are the parent whose child says another child looks funny or scary, don’t simply say, “That isn’t a nice thing to say.”
While you are right, it’s not nice, simply saying that and walking away still isolates my child.
The next time, follow that statement up and tell your child, “I’m sure he’s a very nice boy, let’s go meet him.”
Please, come introduce yourself and ask my child’s name. I assure you, we don’t bite! My child is just like yours; he can be sweet, loving, throw temper tantrums, and be a handful. And I assure you, I am just like you; I am a parent learning my way through this.
If your child is curious and doesn’t say anything mean but still notices he looks different, please, introduce yourself to us, ask us our names! Include my child in your world. I promise you, he’s not scary, he’s just a little boy.
To all the parents and children out there who already practice this, and to those who have purposely made a point to brighten Jameson’s day when we have crossed paths: Thank you.
From the bottom of my heart, thank you. I can honestly tell you I can remember vividly each encounter where a stranger has made a conscious effort to want to know Jameson and include him in their world. And I can bet he does too.
My 6-year-old amazes me when I hear him recount a memory from when he was 3 years old, so I am sure Jameson remembers the same.
I mean seriously, how mean does this happy face covered in S’mores look?!