Saturday was Family Day for our church. It was held at a local park. Weve only been back in church for 4 weeks, and we thought this would be a good time to mingle with the other families and let Stephen get to know some of the children better, and vise versa. Stephen and I were standing with the Pastor, making general conversation, when another little boy walked up. This excited Stephen to death. So much, that he started vocalizing and walking in his awkward, unbalanced way to the little boy, and tried to pat him on the back. That is Stephens way of saying, Hi! My name is Stephen, want to play? Understandably, the little boy began to back away from Stephen, a little frightened by his enthusiasm. This, I can understand. He had probably never met a mentally challenged child before. But, what bothered me is this; the little boys mother, rushed over and pulled her son under her wing to guard him from Stephen, and then, walked away from us, giving us a disgusted stare. The Pastor said, oh, its okay, he was only saying hello! They kept walking. I had to bite my lip and take a deep breath to hold back the tears. By this time, Stephens dad had walked up with Stephens soccer ball and off they went. I stood there, and watched them play (alone) and my heart was breaking for Stephen, b/c everywhere we go - he is ignored. If only I could be as accepting as he is.. For he never noticed, and his feelings were not the least bit hurt. He kept smiling - as I cried. Not only for my sons sake, but also for one little boy, who because of his mothers ignorance, missed an opportunity to meet someone as special as Stephen.