All About Heart

Hello Warriors,
I know a lot of you have never met Wesley and if you have it was for a fleeting moment. It is very rare for anyone to get to know Wesley past basic introductions, with his special needs I keep a very tight close circle of friends for myself and for Wesley besides other parents with children who have MPS. For those reasons a lot of you don't know about Wesley's heart. His physical heart is in good shape despite his disease, but when I mention heart this time that is not what I am talking about.

Wesley has a big heart, sometimes I think he has the biggest heart. His heart for me as his Mom, is so sweet. His heart for his Dad blows me away. His love for his baby sister and how he helps take care of her amazes me. He has never once been jealous of her. He welcomed her with open arms and never looked back. When he goes places with his Dad and they are gone for more than an hour he starts asking "where's my baby?" He started that when we were in the grocery store one day when Ava was 3 weeks old and in the infant car seat covered with a blanket in a separate cart from him and he has done it ever since. The first thing he thinks about when he wakes up most days, is "where's my baby?' and I show him and he kisses her feet and her head.

That isn't the amazing part. It is his love for all things living that shows me his heart is the biggest. This kid shares without being asked and has done so his whole life. He shares toys, food, clothes, and sometimes drinks, to my dismay (germs, yikes), with children he has just met. His heart is tender despite having mean things said to him and about him at birthday parties and parks we attend when social encounters do not go the way the other child had planned. His heart is tender despite being left out a lot because he will not include himself due to the language barrier and fear of being teased. My sweet little boy loves to help. He helps stack chairs on Sunday's at church. He helps me do the dishes. He clears the table without being asked, I seriously never asked him to clear the table, he just randomly started one day and has done it every day since. He sets plates out for dinner, not just for him but for everyone eating. If baby sister drools he wipes drool off of her chin. If another kid is crying he will hug them and pat their back like we do him when he is upset. He cries when baby sister cries, and when I cry too for that matter. He cares about the little things. The things most people are not lucky enough to notice let alone care about. His heart is so pure and for that I am thankful.