I said to him, 'Grace is sharing it with you. You can play with it.' So he picked up the truck to play with it. Grace just smiled. My sweet and special girl shared. Intentionally. To provide comfort to another child.
I was almost in tears. Sharing is something that moms spend untold hours trying to instill in our children from a very young age. However, this is not something that we have actively tried to train Grace to do. She is not one to typically play with a toy for very long and due to her developmental delays she chooses baby toys. When they were all little, her brothers would allow her to play with a toy until she got bored and then they would just pick it back up. We never made her share because we were usually so darn happy she was showing a preference for something and using her hands.
When it was time for the boy to have his feeding session, Grace picked up the orange dump truck and walked out of the room.
My love for Grace has always been larger and more encompassing than I thought possible. In talking to other moms of special needs kids, it's just the way we love these little humans whose special needs are more visible than the rest of ours. But this time has been a balm to my soul. A gift of encouragement from a gracious and loving God. As our third week draws to a close, I wanted to make sure I remembered the gifts and not just the sleepless nights, isolation and loneliness that have been my companions these past weeks.