Things get thrown at me sometimes.
All up in my face. And I immediately think how could it be?
Today, that happened. His name was Josh. He was awesome.
Here’s the layout:
Eliza and I got up pretty early this morning. The house that I was scheduled to go clean got rescheduled last minute and so I had the thought that we would go surprise my Mom at her school. This isn’t out of the ordinary for me. I enjoy going and watching my mom in her element. Teaching, yelling, making her students laugh by comparing their poor listening skills to that of her deaf dogs’. And just to be fair, he really is deaf…and they really don’t listen.
Anyway, when we go visit we always go have the “GREAT” cafeteria lunch and then we head out. Today I decided to stay a little after our lunch date. THIS IS WHEN I MET JOSH.
He was the first to class. He came in with a gorgeous black woman who I quickly learned was his aid. He was tiny in stature, but his little pubescent mustache told me he was about 13. He slouched a bit and was repeatedly licking his lips because his saliva was obviously disobeying its boundaries. He also wore big, large, massive noise canceling headphones. He was excited to be in band class.
He already had his mallets out and assuredly greeted my mom.
“Hey Mrs. Musso! Hey Mrs. Musso!”
“Hey Josh! Are you having a good day?”
Josh and I were introduced and he didn’t even pay attention to me. He was ALL EYES on Eliza. Luckily, Eliza was fearless. She walked right up to him. She said her usual “hiiiii” and gave him a great wave. And then it happened, she started talking to him. He was smiling at her, but I knew he couldn’t understand what she was saying. The aid understood and started a little conversation. BUT JOSH COULDN’T UNDERSTAND….COMPREHEND.
He just smiled.
AND ALL I COULD THINK WAS HOW COULD IT BE?????
And for a moment I wanted to cry for his mom,
and hug Eliza,
and hug Josh.
But I didn’t. I just stood there and thanked my Creator for Josh and for Eliza. How could it be? I am so blessed, and Josh’s mom is so blessed. How could life be this diverse? How could the life that I gave birth to speak full sentences at the age of two? How could Josh not? ugh. How could it be?
I am a thankful woman.
I am better because I met Josh today. I stayed and watched him play. He plays the drums. He was off beat the entire time. WHO CARES????? HE WAS HAVING A BLAST! (licking those lips even more). ha!
Thank you Father for diversity and connection. Eliza made a new friend today. She like him because he smiled a lot.
And she smiled back.