Behold, I belong to God like you; I too have been formed out of the clay.
It was just a small thing, really. Just a flip of the hair. The hair that we had finally been able to grow out after years of Buster Brown haircuts she had long outgrown - after years of forced visitation to a poisonous environment (read I-won't-say-any-more-because-it-isn't-very-nice). The hair was finally long. Finally her own to choose to do with as she wanted. Finally so many things.
And then this small gesture. We were at lunch. My teacher friends, me, and my daughter. We'd made a date to go to the outlet mall for some shopping and long overdue relaxation. And we were at lunch.
And the waiter was a young man. And my daughter asked for a diet coke and then flipped her hair. At him. With a smile. A big smile. And a little giggle. And she turned to us and said, "I love men."
Oh dear! Such a small thing and then it was huge. This girl, my daughter, my beautiful, then-seventeen-year-old Down Syndrome daughter was making her hormones known. Like a typical teenager. Like any other girl. Flipping her hair and giggling. Oh dear!
And in an instant, I saw her in a different light. Perhaps in God's light. This child, this teen, this young woman. Doing the normal, the typical, and doing it out loud. Such a small, huge thing.
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