I was reminded of this story when a friend and I were talking about human angels in unexpected places…
When Moses was one year old, the eczema / rash on his face was so bad that strangers would often gasp in surprise when they saw Moses’ face. They felt compelled to ask us, “What’s wrong with your baby’s face?”
I remember one morning when I brought Moses to a community centre play hour, one woman remarked that she hoped that we weren’t taking any pictures of our child because she said that he wouldn’t want to see them when he grew up.
We now know that the severe rash was due to the fact that he had Hyper IgE syndrome or Job’s syndrome (so named for the rash and skin afflictions typically associated with this diagnosis), but it took four years to get this diagnosis, so at the time, we didn’t know why we couldn’t easily heal Moses’ skin condition.
I felt that Moses’ rashes were a sign that I was a failure as a mother. As a healer, I felt even worse. I felt terrible that I couldn’t do anything to help him (at this point, we had already exhausted everything that we felt that we could to help our son — doctors, medications, creams, healers, naturopathy, limited diet, supplements, herbal medications, homeopathy, etc.).
On this one day in particular, Moses had yet another allergic reaction to something and we had an appointment with his pediatrician. We were living in a city of a million people, and Moses’ doctor was a well known and well respected pediatrician. I liked this doctor because he was quite progressive in his thinking. We were hoping for some answers. Both DH and I were there for this appointment. We explained what we had been going through, and the doctor told us, “I’m afraid that I can’t do anything for you.”
We left the appointment feeling hopeless and in despair. We felt all alone in this journey. DH drove to a nearby A&W (something that we generally didn’t do, but I think we were looking for comfort food). When he drove into the parking lot, he was so distraught, he drove the car partially up the curb, which shook us into reality.
We placed our order, both of us fighting back tears. The cashier looked at Moses, and I braced myself for the insensitive comment that was sure to come. I knew that I didn’t have it in me today to face another insensitive comment.
She looked at Moses, and she looked up at us and told us, “Your son has such beautiful eyes”.
Even now, five years later, when I write these words, tears stream down my face as I remember that difficult time, and also the gratitude that I felt when that angel in A&W spoke those words. Our spirits were immediately lifted by her simple words. She had the rare ability to see what most people did not. The truth is that Moses had the most amazing eyes. Eyes that penetrated you. Eyes that saw and understood so much. Eyes of an old wise soul.
DH and I often speak about that angel in A&W. How she reminded us of Moses’ true beauty.
Remembering this story also reminds me of how far we have come in Moses’ healing, and reminds me to see with the eyes of an angel.