Charlie participated in his first Special Olympics event today. He is part of the regular kindergarten class at our neighborhood school but spends some time in the contained classroom. Today our local Special Olympics put on a basketball tournament during the school day for kindergarten – high school aged students. I pulled Henry out of school and along with William and Caroline we had our own little cheering section.
While I could tell Charlie was a bit overwhelmed by all of the action he did wonderful! It was so heartwarming to see him interact with his peers and give it his all.
His moment of glory. Charlie was passed the ball and knowing the goal of the game – to score obviously – he ran that ball {carrying it of course} down the length of the court and tossed it up somewhat close to the hoop. You’d have thought he scored the game-winning shot based on his reaction. Arms raised up, face all smiley and crinkly he raced right into the arms of his teacher.
Charlie. You, kiddo are the jam to my sandwich. I love you!
God must have known that we needed a bit of sunshine this week. This certainly did the trick.
*Today was all about Charlie but I feel like I need to add a little footnote to myself, to that scared new mama with a baby with a scary diagnosis. I would have been petrified by an event like today. I would have most likely burst into tears overwhelmed by all of the kids with special needs. But today? Today, this mama’s heart was bursting with pride. I’ll admit I was shocked but there were no tears today, no overwhelming fears. Nope. Instead I was living in the present, soaking up the moment. Taking in a gym bursting with high school kids cheering the athletes on and all of the teachers, parents and volunteers who made it all happen. And of course my sweet four kiddos, three in the cheering section and one amazing athlete.
**OK, I guess this would be a footnote to my footnote. I’ve been debating about making our blog private partly because I don’t post consistently and partly because it’s easy to get weirded out about the whole “our life is on the internet thing.” But I haven’t. Because if there is any chance that I can give hope to new family who has received what feels like a scary diagnosis then it’s all worth it. Put simply, I’d tell them that yes, while it might seem overwhelming, please don’t be scared. This life is a beautiful and wild ride. Our family and our love is deep and messy and real, but it is built on the cross. And honestly, I think that’s better than any sort of vanilla life they are trying to sell us these days.