Later that day, Bryce signed something to me and I wasn't understanding. At first I thought he was wanting his CI device. No! Then I finally understood, he wanted a cape. The outfit he was wearing didn't have the velcro tag for a cape. I debated whether to have him change shirts or to pin it on his shirt. He chose the superman cape and I pinned it on his shirt.
I thought about heroes and I decided that Bryce was and is a hero. When the district's physical therapist showed up with a walker and a gait trainer, I felt a tinge of pain, a sadness, that he needed something to support his walking. Bryce on the other hand lit up like it was Christmas. He was thrilled and couldn't wait to give it a go. It was a toy, something fun that he wanted to try. His smile and his attitude left an impression on me.
I was focused on the sadness and grief of what he lost. Bryce was thankful for the equipment that gave him mobility and independence. I'm learning that we don't focus on what we don't have or what we've lost; we focus on the blessings. I'm not the hero but I'm learning from one.

