My Thomas

This week Rojita had to write a short paper on someone or something that has made a big impact on her life.  Thought I'd share...

My Thomas

I see his soft glossy blue eyes, seemingly aware. Yet, his clouded thoughts are intent on swaying in a universe all his own. His beaming face is never forgotten. It shows a precise depiction of his inner thoughts, including all the many emotions he does posses. His uneven smile is a limitless source of compassion being shared to more people than seemingly possible. He is a mystery to those who don’t know him; not easily liked or understood by those who judge too quickly. How mistaken they are to judge this human so wrongly, where as I can only dream of climbing to the great extent of which he is at. This is my brother. He is my friend and hero, as super as they come. How people choose to look at him is not up to me. I cannot stop their insane methods of criticism against a ten year old as innocent as him. His mind is slow, and he can’t keep up with the speeding, rocky ways of life like most people can. But his heart still beats, and is in the right place. He calls me “My Aly”, and to me he is My Thomas.

He was diagnosed with Fragile X Syndrome when he was extremely young. Not knowing what to expect, my family and I could only wait to see the severity of his case as the years would go by. Ten wonderful years have coasted by since that day, and with an unlimited supply of memories with him, I could surely fill the pages of a never ending story book. He paints a colorful masterpiece on my life of black and white. His perfect love leaves no hate for an imperfect world. Thomas knows what most people neglect to find out and he never attempts to find the imperfections that others automatically search for in him.

Life’s ordinary, everyday situations surround him, but he is not ordinary. Even a walk through a store with this boy can result in a comedy routine that will brighten the faces of anyone he crosses paths with. At any given store he will excitedly grab the hand of anyone who walks slow enough for him to catch. He will then introduce himself as best as he can with the few words that he can muddle through his lips. Once their hesitant frames relax, he will include the names of our entire family as he then points us out to the curious stranger. With an awkward pause and moment of slight embarrassment we smile and say hello. It only takes a few short moments for this new found friend to see the giant heart placed into one small boy.

Not only is he friendly and blissfully happy with the world, he also knows how to strike my heart with his slow, innocent words. For simple things is where he makes his biggest impact on me. There is nothing like walking up the stairs after a morning of pinning, fixing, and struggling to fight a bad hair day and hearing Thomas tell me that I look beautiful. With his vast, bright glance up at me and arms open for a giant bear hug, I realize he sees no fault or imperfection. He can only see me, his big sister. His Aly. And as for me, I see the point of perfection. He is My Thomas and he is changing our world one smile at a time.