I love kids. But I would be lying of I said that loving kids has come easy for me. Although innocent and bursting with genuine curiosity, children were once one of my biggest fears – ridiculous as it sounds. The stares, the confusion, the disbelief of seeing someone who looks different from them is the awkward reality I’ve faced my entire life. As I’ve become more secure in myself and accepted who I am, patiently explaining why I am the way I am to children has become easier and less mortifying over the years. And then I met Lucy. Imaginative and full of creative wonder, Lucy took things into her own hands when she learned I was born without one. Convinced she could use magic, medicine and make-believe to “bring my arm back,” she was determined to learn every and all aspects of why I was born different than her. Over the course of several hours (and playing) Lucy went from being bewildered to stoked. By the end of the night, Lucy and I were not only newfound besties, but Lucy even professed that she thought I “looked cool” and that she “wanted an arm like that” of her own. The point is if we spend the time to patiently learn about one another and the things that make us different, regardless of age difference, we learn to love and respect the things that make us, us.
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