Today Trooper had some trouble unzipping one of those multi-disc cd/dvd cases. He wanted to watch one of his videos but he couldn’t quite correctly grip the small zipper pull.
Rascal comes on the scene and snitches the dvd case from his brother, proceeding to open it. For once, it was no usual stealing-of-object-held-by-a-brother.
“See! I’m helping you!” says Rascal.
As I heard him tell his brother so, I was suddenly reminded of an article I read a few years ago, wherein a family tells about life with their special needs son. He was born with an inherited genetic condition. His younger sister, however, is a typically developing child. The couple went on to write about the ups and downs of life with their son, and concluded the article by saying that due to the possibility of bearing another such special needs child, they were through having children. Their daughter would have enough of a burden (emphasis mine) caring for her brother someday without adding to that.
Yes, they used the word “burden.” And no, it’s not easy having a family member with special needs. But how was that girl going to care for her brother if she grows up thinking he’s a burden?
Trooper is no burden. He’s our son. And so what if his siblings or his parents have to help him accomplish simple tasks? Isn’t that what family is for? Compassion? Loyalty? Looking out for each other? Love?
With God’s help, that’s how we’re trying to raise our crew.