Last night I told my son he was my hero.
We cuddled in his bed after a long day, and very quietly he asked me a question that stopped my heart.
Mom, why am I different from the other kids at school?
We talked about how amazing he is, and how smart and wonderful. We talked about how well he is doing in school, and his many, many friends.
We talked about how everyone says he’s brilliant, and bright… and how well he handles himself. How he’s a leader, and so very sensitive and caring.
And then I told him he was my hero, and he smiled like I have never seen him smile before.
This morning as we walked into school he stopped on the stairs before entering his classroom. He grabbed my shirt, which happens to say ‘I love Jack,’ and grinned that huge grin again.
It’s great being different, because I get you.
Can you take me all the way into class? I want everyone to see your shirt. Because I’m a hero.
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