Not Just Another Christmas Play: Raising A Son With Special Needs

Being Willie's parent can be a many splendid thing as I get to join his community every now and then. Last night, I attended the Community Play, presented by Soltane's residents and staff, some with Special Needs, some without. As the audience sat in the cozy but dimly lit Whitsun Hall, you could have been anywhere waiting for any Christmas play to begin.  But as the play slowly revealed, this was not your typical Christmas Play.

I cannot do the 45 minute experience of watching the play, being part of this magical community, justice.  Adam, the Director, and one of Willie's wise teachers, explained a bit about the play beforehand. He suggested to try not to understand it but to SIMPLY be with it. Adam explained that the process of rehearsing and preparing for was the true meaning for the individuals in the play.  

There was love in the room as differently-abled individuals sang, walked, spoke, some with great effort and hardship. There were smiles on the audiences' faces as Adam would talk-whisper someone through their lines, so they could actually say them independently. There were the curious staff children trying hard to be still and quiet, as they too sat rapt watching the play. The audience filled with parents, community members, nearby Camphill community members, just watched, embraced, and supported the brave souls on stage.

For me it wasn't the  actual play itself that left me feeling grateful and full of peace. It was imagining how important and valued each member of the play must have felt to have had this opportunity. It was their expectation that, of course, they would be in the Community Christmas play. It was Adam's understanding and loving smile when he explained it was the process that mattered. It was the pride and joy on some of Willie's friends faces during and after the play. Finally it was knowing that Willie was truly part of this genuine community. 

And as I sat there in that audience, next to Celine, one of Willie's good friends, I too felt included and important.  For in order for this community to really work, to share lives together abled and disabled, total acceptance is a prerequisite. And it is infectious. 

As Willie and I walked back to Emerson House under the sparkling stars on that cold, crisp evening, I was left with a gift knowing that Willie is part of this unique community. One connected to a higher purpose, where all people within the grasp of  it's love are respected, valued, and perfect just the way they are. That is the true meaning of our Holiday Season!