Can you see my beautiful boy? He’s not invisible, but you might have to squint a little bit to see him clearly.
You will be tempted to pity him, but rest assured that he will never make you small by pitying you.
He will show you fear in a handful of dust, but he will also offer you the bright perfection of the poetry that is his breath.
Can you see the whole under the broken? The well under the sick?
When he says, I hate myself for being different, will you agree that he is worthy of hatred?
Or will you find a way to show him that our differences are an illusion?
Will you see him? Truly see him as a bearer of the light of creation itself?
Even if he scares you?
Even if he scares your children?
Even if we have to restrict his movements to protect ourselves from him?
Will you honor his humanity on the days when he doesn’t act very human?
If the day comes when he does the unspeakable?
His name is Carter. Always and forever Carter, a name chosen with love, his dad’s middle name.
Carter. He is Carter.
The world says terrible things, does terrible things, to people like Carter.
He might scare you (he scares me, too).
He might make you angry (he makes me angry, too).
But there is more.
Look under the surface to the more.
I can’t protect him always. I won’t be able to take care of him forever.
I’m counting on you to see the boy (someday man) under the symptoms.
There is a beautiful boy in there.
He has an illness, but he is not an illness. His needs are different from those of most people.
His value, though, is the same.