We show love by making space
Recently, we all made it to
church for the first time in months.
I forgot the ear defenders, silly
me, but no panic cause there are always some somewhere.
Thankful for that.
We got there and kindness
literally ran and met us at the door. Hands reached out like a big warm
blanket, because now there's a new SEN kids group running parallel to the other
Sunday kids group. And several people came straight over to tell me and open
the invitation.
And as his mummy, I don’t quite
have words for what this feels like.
Healing, maybe.
Like a soothing balm on the edges
of my heart that have splintered.
Definitely moved that others care
about and love my child and remember his needs as soon as we step in the door,
and that there is a space for him and other children who struggle.
He's welcome. So often, I can tell people don't want him around.
Indifference rather than rejection.
He feels it too.
So to be welcomed at the door and
invited as soon as they spot him means everything.
We show love by making space for
one another.
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