“Dance as though no one is watching you, love as though you have never been hurt before, sing as though no one can hear you, live as though heaven is on earth.” - Souza
Of course, I pray that my son remains safe and healthy. But I also pray that he continues to live his life with happiness and passion. His spirit is contagious; I’ve witnessed it first-hand.
Let me give you an example:
I spent the first day of my winter break on a date with my number one guy, my son. We went to the Autry National Center of the American West. We arrived before the museum opened, so we spent the extra time wandering the Farmer’s Market there. We marveled at the rainbow of fruits and vegetables; I was astounded that Ryan could identify so many, especially since he refuses to eat some, like cauliflower or tomatoes. We then sat down while Ryan snacked on Cheerios. He noticed, and commented on, the things he saw - the man who didn’t push in his chair when he left the table, the man who wore a bike helmet even though he was no longer riding his bike, the baby walking slowly with his parents. And we listened to musicians singing and playing the guitar.
The day was crisp, the sky was blue, and I was truly enjoying my son’s company. I delighted in the pleasure Ryan took from his surroundings.
And then my smile grew. For when it was time to go into the museum, Ryan didn’t walk. He danced to the music he heard; the music he seemed to feel. He was oblivious to those around us, and danced his way towards the entrance. He stopped when the music stopped and applauded the musicians. And we were both genuinely surprised when two individuals clapped for him, telling us the applause was for “the dancer.”
Ryan dances because he wants to, because he feels the music. It is a source of happiness and joy for him, and I hope, for all those around him.