Ordinary.
Such a simple word.
I really had no grasp of the depth of the meaning until my son arrived in my life: disabilities and all.
Ordinary is a gift.
Ordinary should never be overlooked or taken for granted.
This morning, as we had a few extra rare moments of empty time before heading out to school, my son was tossing his lighted-eye-ball-glow-in-the-dark-glitter-bouncy ball in the air. I stopped my hurry and puttering of being a mom and said “toss it to me”.
A huge smile came over his face and he tossed me the ball. He squealed with delight as I caught it and tossed it back to him. Joy flooded his face as we continued to toss the ball for 5 minutes. He laughed loudly, freely. He was thrilled I stopped to play toss with him.
Ordinary. There is no such thing when you have a child with disabilities.
One never knows what will happen from one moment to the next.
An ordinary ball. An extra ordinary child. A few moments. It all adds up to a gift.
I’m thankful God gave me this boy to teach me that there is nothing “ordinary” about life.
