My son is absolutely beautiful. He just had a growth spurt. He’s stringing more words together than ever. He has Williams Syndrome. He’s such a joy.
The other day he was smiling and touching my eyes. “Mommy’s eyes,” he said. His face lit up as he thought about one of his favorite things. “Hamburger buns. Mommy’s hamburger bun eyes.”
There has been much sadness lately. My heart feels constantly full. Full of sorrow, full of joy. It’s the holidays and I struggle with what that means for my little family, for my missing daughters and my sweet son who is confused and frightened by all of the bustle. But he reminds me what’s important. I don’t need eyes like stars or diamonds. Although the world may sometimes harshly judge my son, he doesn’t judge anybody back. He’s content to roll on his back and point to his Mommy’s Hamburger Bun Eyes.