Copyright 2013 Theresa Harvard Johnson
This article is dedicated to all of those who have had tremendous obstacles to overcome that “seem” to make them strikingly different from others inthe world, and it is for those who love them.
Every morning for past the five days, my son Jeriah (whom we affectionately call JJ) has opened the back door, thrown his arms behind himself in a flying motion, pointed his head forward like an eagle in flight and raced out of the back door and through the garage in a swirling, swaying zigzag all the way to the school bus shouting unceasingly, “Mama! I am SUPERman!”
This morning, I found myself suddenly unloading tears as I watched him.