04/27/2026
Last week, I had one of those moments that hit me in the gut.
I was at the park with my son, doing what we often do—walking the track while he rides in his adaptive stroller. He’s almost 15, and I’m aware of how it looks to others. We get the stares. From adults. From kids. I’ve come to understand them over the years—the quick glances that seem to say, “I wonder what happened,” or “I’m so grateful my child is healthy.”
And truthfully, I don’t take offense to that anymore. It’s human nature to notice what we don’t understand.
But then something different happened.
A little girl, maybe seven or eight, caught my eye. She lit up with the biggest, most genuine smile and waved enthusiastically. I smiled back and waved too, but then I realized something.
She wasn’t looking at me. She was looking straight at my son.
The way she looked at him…it wasn’t curiosity. It wasn’t hesitation. It wasn’t even awareness of difference.
It was connection.
She saw him as a peer. A friend. Someone worthy of a joyful, “Hi!” just because he was there.
My son didn’t notice—he was busy watching the other kids play—but I did.
And in that moment, I felt tears well up. That kind of pure, unfiltered kindness? It matters more than people realize.
We spend so much time bracing ourselves for the stares, explaining, advocating, navigating the hard, that when something this simple and this genuine happens, it cuts straight to your heart.
That little girl will never know what her smile and acknowledgement meant to me, but I’ll carry it with me for a long time.
And maybe this is the reminder we all need: A friendly smile costs nothing, but it can mean everything