I wish you could see…
I wish you could see what he’s like when no one is around, when no one is watching, warily sizing him up.
The funny boy he is when he’s not trying so hard
To impress you
Make you like him
To appear smart
I wish you could see into her heart
That she loves fiercely
That she really just wants what we all want
To be liked for who we are regardless of what we wear, the stuff we have or the place we call home.
I wish you could see that behind his awkwardness, his desire is connection.
I wish you could see that behind her striving and attention seeking, what she wants is to be marveled at and delighted in.
I wish you could see
That it’s hard to move and say goodbye to friends, and difficult to make new ones.
I wish you could see the way he cried when you called him dumb, carelessly throwing words around like it was no big deal.
To him it was a very big deal. Small things are big things.
I wish you could see the hurt in her eyes when you told her she was ugly, green envy soaked words aimed right where you knew it would hurt the most.
I wish you could see.
I wish you could see the progress he’s made, the milestones surpassed.
I wish you could see the way she smiles from her toes when she nails that cartwheel, backbend or some other contortionist feat; her joy when she learns the new song on her keyboard.
Her determination exceeds her age.
I wish you could see that what looks like disrespect often is his literal, robotic, fact-based way of seeing and relating to the world around him.
I wish you could see what I see.
Instead of judging what you don’t understand.