Things I love about Heston and life with Heston: Kneeling at his feet
I love kneeling at Heston's feet.
I find myself in this position almost every morning. Part of my morning care routine with Heston is putting him into his wheelchair and then kneeling at his feet to put on his socks, AFOs (orthotic braces) and shoes. This might not seem like anything that exciting, and really it wasn't until one day it all changed for me.
I was on my knees, getting things onto Heston's feet one day when I looked up at him and it sort of struck me. I was reminded of the story of Jesus washing the feet of his disciples and I wondered if this was a bit like how Jesus felt. The example of how we are to serve others and not think of ourselves as better than them can often be changed into different contexts, but I felt that physically sitting at the feet of another was too direct of a similarity to ignore.
I sometimes imagine Heston's wheelchair is like a throne and I am serving him, literally kneeling at his feet. But instead of Heston being a king, isn't it more accurate to think that he is someone who Jesus might have referred to as "the least of these"? Jesus said that whatever we do to the least of these we do to him, and so often, rightfully so, we think of these being the poor, the homeless, the outcasts of society. But wouldn't a boy who is losing his abilities, who has never spoke and needs care for all of his physical needs be thought of as "lesser" than others? And so when I find myself at the feet of Heston, serving his needs, I realize that it is actually an amazing honor- for while I am doing the task for him, I am also doing it for Christ.
It is amazing how a position that would have seemed almost demeaning or at the very least like a chore a few years ago has turned into one of my favorites now. How a change of perspective, an enlightenment perhaps, can turn a task into a gift. And it is in these times each morning that I feel a bit like I am on holy ground- like the kingdom of heaven and the kingdom of earth meet there at the feet of that wheelchair. So while I continue ahead with putting on socks, orthotic braces and shoes, I also pause to look up at my beautiful boy and feel close to God.
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