Bo hasn’t felt great for a few days, we were trying to keep our head above water at home. Yesterday we had to come in to the dr to figure some stuff out. We parked I get my pale, small 5 year old in his stroller because he has no energy to walk, and his legs hurt. I put all of his stuff in the stroller my back pack on and his mask on and we roll out. I noticed as we were walking toward the elevator a lady, a mom and her son around Bo’s age maybe a little older, looking at us. No big deal… Until I look at the mom and she won’t look at me, no smile, no what floor do you need, nothing. Instantly I felt sad, sad because she feels sad for me. That’s why she won’t look at me! Sad because what is going through her head was oh man that is sad, look at that little boy, that is around my sons age and he is sick. Not flu sick, he must be really sick. Ugh, I felt sad because this mom who is supposed to be supporting me and giving me a very small smile, is scared to death to look at me. Why? Here’s the thing, please please don’t feel sorry for us, is this the way you pictured your life? Absolutely not, would I change it? I would make him healthy, I wouldn’t change where we have been and what we have been through. That’s what makes us a family, a very close family. That’s what makes my big kids, compassionate, humbled, grateful, and thankful to be part of this journey. Is it ideal of course not. But please if you see me and my son no matter how he looks or what he has on his body or his face, just smile at us. I promise you there 19 kindergarteners in his class that except him and love him, the adults can too.