I think of this stuff sometimes, I probably think of it more than I should since we live in such a small town. You know the one blinking light, one deli, my cousin’s your brother, the judge is a friend kinda town. The kinda town I never felt a part of so I left to go to NC for college and soccer. The town unfortunatley (since Grady) that every so often even some family members feel like strangers. The town I returned to because we started a family and we yearned for a sense of Home. Paul and I were best friends from the same High School and this same town, so the roots run deep. Although I often get glimpses of community, it is probably just me that feels so out of reach. For most people (like my hubby) this town is suited just for them. I have always drummed to a different beat. That’s ok.
So then we had Grady, a pretty important kid in a pretty small town. I wondered how people kept finding out. The old acquaintance who said “I heard” or “so and so told me” … As a mom I wondered if it was with well intentions or of the Gossiping nature. Was it over a good cup of Joe that Grady’s name was spoken or at the local restaurant over a beer? I’m not sure it really matters how.
A mothers wish.
My wish is that when people speak of our son Grady…they speak of him with Grace. I wish they speak of my sons as equals. I wish that this rather small town wouldn’t use my son’s extra chromosome as fuel for good conversation. I wish that Grady’s name is spoken with the best of inentions and with care. I have big wishes and I always have and I have high expectations in a world ridden with Sin. I understand that, but you can’t stop a mother from wishing and praying. Grady’s going to need his community & town on his side as he grows up….
These are all part of the reasons why I blog. It is important to have a story with the pictures, so if by chance you stumble upon my blog perhaps a word or two will catch your eye and my words may speak to a judging/confused/amazed heart. And although my town doesn’t read my blog, I bet someday someone may stumble upon it, and when they do I hope they know I have been praying for them. NO really I really Have Been Praying for YOU.