At the end of each school year Briarwood host a musical festival - all the parents / carers are invited, as are groups from other local schools, and a couple of local musicians. Every class performs - some go more to plan than others, but they're all amazing - as a parent watching you know how much work all of the staff and the students have put in.
It always makes me cry.
And I'm not the only one.
See the boy - young man - in the centre of that photo? Look at his face. He's loving every second of the attention, and so proud of himself. He's moving to the music, remembering what is coming next, concentrating on not falling over (which he did but was quickly returned to his feet with a completely anti health and safety move similar to that 'one, two, three, weeeee!' that you do with toddlers when two of you have a hand each - completely anti health and safety, but completely natural to the staff member on each side of him, completely caring, completely supportive, completely encouraging).
See his face?
See his joy?
See his pride?
He won't walk. He won't talk. He won't make any purposeful movement. His brain is so malformed it cannot retain memory, so he can never develop, never learn. He'll never smile at you, he'll never recognise the people he sees every day, he'll never be able to do anything...
I beg to differ. Just take a look at his face. His joy. His pride.
I don't have a photo, but I'm sure you can imagine the expression on my face as I looked at his.
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