I have always heard that the eyes are the windows to the soul. I believe this.

When a child is born, during those first days of life, when you look into that child's eyes, you see a blank stare, almost. They are new, they do not have anything to store, yet. As the days turn into weeks, and weeks into years, you start to see innocence, imagination, adventure. If you are lucky enough for that child to be your own, you may even see a glimpse of yourself.

The eyes see everything, but as my eight year old son once explained to me, it doesn't matter if you see, it matters if you have vision. He's a very bright boy, for such a young age. He's an old soul, and full of knowledge that you wouldn't expect an eight year old child to have. When I look into his eyes, I am transported to a wonderful place. I'm taken to HIS world.

His world is rather different that what you and I may see. In his world, the language is quite different, the maps take you to peaceful places. This world is filled with acceptance, forgiveness, support and unconditional love. Since his world is quite different than ours, he has learned to adapt, well as much as he can on his own. It's now up to me to show him how to combine our two worlds. I have to show him the ugly parts, the parts where not everyone is so supportive, or so accepting. I have to protect him, here in my world, from those not so pretty parts.

No matter what tomorrow brings, I know that I can always look into his eyes and feel content knowing that he is an awesome little boy, and there is nothing that he can not do.