"Mama, how old would Elijah be next month if he was still alive?"
"Would he be in a wheelchair?"
"I don't know honey. Probably."
"Would he go to my school? I bet he would."
(note: although there are children of different ability at her school, none of them uses a wheelchair)
"I really don't know, Supergirl."
"Would other people make fun of him? I wouldn't let them, you know. They probably wouldn't at my school, anyway."
This went on for a short while, the asking and self-answering of questions.
I thought about how sweet it was, this dreaming that I had done for years causing me nothing but pain, and here she was....just wondering, just dreaming...no pain attached to her speculation at all. No judgment, just wondering.
I noticed that I shared the wondering with her. No pain. Just wondering for a moment.
How far we have come.