Special or Ordinary?

I saw a mother,
And her son.

In everyone's eyes,
He is different.
He is special.

But she wants this world,
These humans,
To see him,
To treat him,
To love him,
To include him
Like everyone else.

She wishes
Her child could be
Ordinary,
Just like every other child.
Those longing eyes
Said all this
With a single look.

As a woman,
She compared her child
With other children.
She wished her son would
Walk,
Talk,
Learn,
As quickly as the others.

But as a mother,
Having seen him
Through thick and thin,
Having witnessed his struggles,
Having grown alongside him,
She knows
Her son is extraordinary.

This difference wasn't chosen.
It was given.
A boon or a bane?
She wonders
When the weight feels heavy.
Sometimes she may think
His condition is a burden.

But the very next moment,
She realizes,
She is not herself without him.
When she realizes
Her love,
His love,
Their love for each other,
When she realizes
A child should never be compared,
When she realizes
How sick society can be—
Those selective people
Who treat these children
As if they are the problem,
When in truth,
Their cruelty is the harm.

And her son?
Her son is a treasure.
Though at times it feels heavy,
She shows up.
She lifts him.
She stands beside him.
She is there for him,
No matter what.
Oh my God.
She is a mother.
I get it now.

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