Dancing
Last year, I attended my son Daniel's Pops Concert, the 4th- and 5th-grade annual music program. Daniel's 4th-grade class danced to the tune of "On Top of the World," and I felt on top of the world watching my son dance along with his friends. Yet the real magical moment for me came when two fifth-graders took to the floor. These two boys are in my son Caleb's Special Education class: one has Down syndrome, and the other some other kind of developmental delay. As these two boys danced, tears rolled down my face. I cried out of joy and out of gratitude that they had not only been included like everybody else, but that they had also been given prominent roles. The people in the auditorium did not know, but their clapping and cheering when these two boys danced spoke to me of acceptance. When they clapped, I felt they were also clapping for my son.