Every now and then I get a glimpse of what it would be like to have an 8 year old who doesn't have a disability. And to be honest, it just about tears me in two.
For the most part, I don't give a rats about the differences.
Sometimes though, there is a reminder, a gentle nudge to tell me that my little big man will always struggle to keep up, that he tries and tries, but he just can't be like kids his own age.
I think the times that I seem to notice it the most is when I see him with a certain look in his eyes. I think HE is sad sometimes.
Yesterday, we went to play at the park. The park we go to is one I found that both the kids can use without my help. There were a couple of kids about Ryley's age there yesterday and he went to say Hi. They just kind of looked at him and then kept talking to each other. Ryley looked at me like he was about to burst into tears and I hurried over and redirected him to the slides. I could just tell he didn't get why they ignored him.
Breaks my heart.