Richard Tocci

Richard Tocci
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Friday, October 1, 2010

Cloudy ,The Future Is Not...

I've talked about my son Hayden a lot since he was born. I've talked about how well he's doing growing up with cerebral palsy, and how he's faced challenges and overcome so much in his young life.

Yesterday and today, I had the rare opportunity to get the boys to school. This is the first time I've had to put both boys on the bus, and as much as I relish their education, it was difficult to watch Hayden in his wheelchair, hoisted up into the bus, and whisked away to his four hours of afternoon classes.

It was not difficult to understand he was going to school. I'm a huge proponent of education, as any parent should be, and I am involved as much as I can in my children getting a good, solid, well-balanced, and relevant education.

What happened to me today was a glimpse into the future.

Hayden kissed me goodbye, and I rolled him onto the hoist for his lift to the bus. He sat quietly, his little hands resting on his knees, his feet resting comfortably on the foot rests of his wheelchair. I had prepared for his departure to school, and was ready to wave goodbye...

And that was when it happened. A sudden and inexplicable glimpse maybe 20 years into the future. I saw my son, his face older but just as happy and just as handsome, his hair shaggy but not unkempt, his hands resting on his knees, older and callused from rolling his wheelchair on his own yet still youthful. He was an older man but still a young man, with hope in his eyes. He smiled at me. And then he was gone, and little Hayden was there, that same bright smile, so full of life...

I watched the bus drive away. I went into the house, and I cried. I haven't cried like that in years, and I don't know why but it was a mixture of sadness and jubilation. I was sad because my son will not be like other children and I know how hard that will be. I was jubilant because I finally saw hope -- the hope that my son will be as good as he can be, that he will succeed, and will have a full life, albeit a little more difficult than others can imagine. I finally saw it...

And love. I cried out of pure love of my son.

I am not a religious man, but I was given a glimpse into the future of a boy that will grow up and become whatever he wants to be. Just like I always knew -- deep down in my heart -- he would be.

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1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You make yourself sound so wonderful. Was that so wonderful when you had sex with your sister and made her pregnant.That poor child!God will forgive you if you are truly sorry!Whoops! I forgot that you are an agnostic.