today a group of kids and i talked to the 5th and 6th grade school about a music program. it was during their lunch periods, so we split up and roamed around to all the different tables, chatting with the kids and getting them pumped. one of my friends went over to a table full of special needs kids just to talk to them and see how their days were going. the lunch supervisor then went up to her, pulled her away and said, “we usually don’t really talk to them, they have their own aids. don’t waste your time.”
how can we let them feel the same love everyone else does if we’re forbidden from them? if they’re isolated? i am not a very critical person and this is not to complain and criticize, this simply breaks my heart in a new way. because it’s a situation that repeats over and over again everywhere you go. not even just with special needs kids. with everyone. and it’s not always so confrontational. it’s what’s said under our breath, what we laugh at, little comments.
we deny human beings human consideration.
the more i understand people, the more i don’t. and it’s a confusion that i love, one that i don’t mind not figuring out; but this mystery i encountered today, that’s one we need to fix. and as cliche as it sounds, i think the only solution is love.
to love and to be love.
the verb and the noun.
it’s cheesy and idealistic but you know what? i believe in it.
it works. it may be one of the only things that always does and no matter how someone was born, what they look like, what they believe in, who they are attracted to—we’ve got to love them.
we all want love and we all want acceptance. let’s just give it to each other already.
and i was humbled, i was loved, i was broken, i was confused; i was led, tested, pushed, pulled, frustrated, lost, challenged, surprised; i was flattered, doubted, sad, happy, up, down, and everything in between.
besides a slight case of murphy’s law, this year was mighty fine.
it was a huge year of growth.
and two thousand eleven is gonna pretty darn swell i feel.
if nothing else, i wanna smile more. and laugh more. give more. tell more people they’re beautiful. and try to clean my room more. my dad says i need to get better at that by next year for my roommate’s sake. and i just wanna let go. let this year unfold and see all the awesome awesome things you’ve got planned.