Now I’m a Real Boy
The greatest obstacle to being handicappedor challenged, or disabled or whatever label we may be using this yearis not the condition but the stigma society still associates with it. The truth is we are valuable because of who we are, not because of how we look or what we accomplish. And that applies to all of us, the disabled and the temporarily able-bodied alike.
Im convinced God didnt turn His back at the moment of Jeffs conception. He is still the God of miracles, but in this instance, the one who received healing was me. Our Lord is still in the business of changing lives, but not always in the ways we expect. Several years ago, Jeff played in a special Little League for kids with disabilities. After many seasons of watching from the bleachers and rooting while his big brother played ball, Jeffs opportunity finally arrived. When he received his uniform, he couldnt wait to get home to put it on. When he raced out from his bedroom, fully suited up, he announced to me, “Mom, now Im a real boy!” Though his words pushed my heart to my throat, I assured him he had always been a “real boy.”