The one whose head is 3x the size but smiles & even has a faint laugh when you talk with him; brown eyes w/ buck teeth who could win any staring contest;
the dancer with the limp who loves me to twirl her as we dance;
The singer who though she can barely move about, can belt a song;
the boss with his key who now is the thumb war master;
the smiler who though her legs are bent like a pretzel seems to have a permanent smile on her face;
and in the nursery...the trouble maker, strong willed & a bully to the others;
the tiny 2 yr old girl who demands the majority of toys & loves playing peek-a-boo;
the twins just learning to coo;
the hugger who reaches for you immediately & never lets go until you put him down & then he cries;
the laugher who doubles over with the slightest tickle...
the list could go on and on. Each special. Each disabled & deserted...now loved by the Sister & the workers. Just before leaving today, I spoke to one of the Sisters mentioning there seemed to be more visitors since the Pope's visit. She said yes, the Pope called us to not just give $$$ and think that was enough. But only when we give time & touch these little ones...see their disabilities --then the children benefit---and we even more because then we can see our own disability within us...that's the children's gift to us. The Pope understands this--he has experienced this...as we have.
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