I recently took Rojo to visit Santa, and blogged about my angst over that. As with most things, they don't turn out to be as bad or as great as we build them up to be in our heads, and visiting Santa was no exception. There were a few minutes of awkwardness and self-consciousness on my part, but zero on his. It's my own fragile ego that's the problem, not his lack of one. Of that, I am certain. One of these days I am going to remember at the time, that he is here to teach, not the other way around, and just breath through the moment with gratitude for the lesson(s) he's imparting.
I realize not everyone reading this blog celebrates Christmas, and that there are readers from all faiths and no faith at all. If Rojo has taught me nothing else, it's that none of that matters. What we label ourselves, what we believe, who, what and how we worship, none of it makes a lick of difference. Love is good, and that is something everyone can agree on. Rojo is here to teach "just" that. Love. Pure, unconditional, simple, innocent, everlasting and much-needed love.
Carrie is a parent and advocate of a child with special needs and even more special gifts. She blogs at http://carrielink.blogspot.com/ where this is pretty much her favorite topic.
Love this Carrie!!ReplyDelete
Carrie, I loved reading this post. Love is good.ReplyDelete
Have a wonderful Christmas.
Such a gift this boy is to all of us. And what a gift you are as his 'translator' for the rest of the world. Thank you both.ReplyDelete
And we readers and friends are blessed with both of you!ReplyDelete
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