Little buses

My son rides the mini bus. You know, the one that kids make fun of. I just came in from getting him safely on the bus and was thinking about how happy he is to see it coming. Caleb loves the bus! He always has. He prefers the BIG bus, but any bus will do. Even the shuttle buses that take you from the Park and Ride to the airport. It is raining this morning so I ran to the bus with him carrying an umbrella over his head. The entire time he was trying to run faster than me and laughing and drooling all the way. Whenever my big guy laughs, drool pours from his mouth. We try to catch it before it happens by saying "close your lips" and sometimes it works. But when he is really laughing, laughing because Mama is trying to beat him to the bus, he drools. And he's loud. He doesn't care that it is 6:40 am. If he is laughing, he is laughing LOUD. I wish I were like that. Finding incredible joy over the littlest things. Like a bus. Or running in the rain.

And yet, his "quality of life" isn't what a doctor would term as "normal." Perhaps we should end his suffering by withholding all food and water. Yes, let's starve him to death. It's the only compassionate thing to do afterall. Certainly you wouldn't want to live like that. He cannot speak, write, read, or care for his personal needs. He will be a burden to society. Yes, let's murder him. That's the most compassionate thing we can do.