This year, Ellie was a cow. She wandered a bit, did some gymnastics, and at one point the lead cow physically picked her up and moved her to the correct spot on stage.
After the pageant, during the homily, Ellie announced loudly several times, "I'm a COW!"
But that's my story.
Ellie's story isn't about what she didn't do.
I've been reading a lot lately about how parents tell the stories of their children with disabilities. I can tell my story as a parent, smiling with pride as Ellie signs and sings some of the words, wincing a little and cracking up as she starts standing on one foot jumping up and down... but only Ellie can tell her story.
She's a pretty verbal kid, so I can try to share her story using her words. I can hope I get it right, based on what she has to say.
So here's Ellie's take on Christmas Eve:
She was a cow at church and she met baby Jesus. She sang. She was proud. The lead cow helped her. "O come let us adore Him, Christ the King." And some jerk made her return the cow costume when she IS cow #2.
|photo credit Jessica Mellon|
Hoping your season is merry and bright!