To compensate the absence

Guys sorry if I havent updated my blog lately! (kung may nagbabasa talaga nito) school is so hard kasi e..... i cant create a post yet.. lots of things to do... heres one i did a month ago... enjoy! :)

Today is Sunday. That means we have to attend mass. I never knew something would touch my heart greatly today. ...

During the mass, I noticed the family in front of me. Well, my frist impressions was that they were a family, one grown woman, two small girls, a boy, and a baby. The woman was carrying the baby in her arms. The first thing that touched me was the boy, who kept kissing the baby's head on the forehead, and clamping its hands between his neck and chin. It wasnt a frequent to see a big brother publicly showing affection for a smaller brother, maybe its more occassional for a girl to do this. Stereotypically, siblings possess an indifference for each other, whether if this was for the purpose of looking cool or just pure hostility. The only thought coming to my mind was "I wished I had a camera". If i have captured that moment, the photo would've probably looked so beautiful. Let me give you a picture: They were all kneeling, the baby's head was rested upon its mother, and its hands was stretched to the big brother's chest.
My attention came back to the mass afterwards. Just as we finished with our post-communion prayers, my mother told me to observe the baby in front of me. At first I thought the baby was premature, because its head was big (or maybe its hair made it look big). My mom told me to look again. I then observed. After a while, I noticed that the baby doesnt lift its head, it remains still on its mother's shoulder. I never saw the baby's face.. The next thing I noticed was that the sisters are assisting the baby to hold its bottle. They have to open it up so the baby can grasp the bottle. It came to me: autism.

Its as if intentionally, God has given me a reward of seeing its face as the mother lifted it up, for my guessing. Its eyes remain still, looking blankly ahead. the mouth was periodically open. I suddenly felt sorry. It was then I noticed the other members of the family. I noticed the mother was always checking up on the baby. And even if this sounds weird and cheesy, I felt the mother's love, without the help of gestures. As the mass ended, the sisters, as well as the brother keep kissing the baby and wiping its drool. It was then I saw, or rather noticed, their faces. They were really beautiful. They were not typically beatiful, but they were so differrent looking, with large eyes, thin lips and fair complexion. Even though it was obvious they were not a high class family, they looked really modest and acceptable.

The eldest sister then carried the baby and went to the priest to bless the baby. She was small and obviously young, best guess is 11 or 12. But there was some sense of maturity in her, maturity i rarely see in teenagers. She had this aura of innocence in her, that makes you feel proud of her. I can see that she really loves the baby.

I felt so proud for all of them. It made me remember the thoughts my teacher made me think, thoughts and wonderings of what will I do if I ever had a child like that. I was never realy sure about a decision, but after that moment, I was so willing to take care of child like that. It was as if normalcy is overrated, as though loving the diiferent is a better love. I kept syaing to myself that I shodve brought a camera.