The blog story has begun. Chapter 1, episode 1

The idea finally came to me. I started writing this morning. I don't have a name for it yet. Hope you enjoy it. You can still send me super hero names. - Kim

For Lauren, Elijah and square pegs that live in a world of round holes. This story is for you with all my love.

Wesley knew he wasn't like the other kids in his kindergarten class. Yes, he looked the same and dressed the same. But he never saw the world like they did. The teacher adored him but his classmates never knew quite what to do with Wes. He wasn't really a shy boy. Some might call him a leader because his peers would often imitate his words or actions. However some, those who have been trained to look at a half empty glass, would only see mocking children enjoying a laugh at his expense. The teacher, Mrs. Green, was concerned about him. At recess, poor Wes would play at the bicycle racks alone. But he never saw it that way. Wes was at home with his best friends, the invisible ones, that only paid attention to him. "The other children can't play with my friends because they can't see them and I don't want them to be lonely," He thought.

At the beginning of the school year, his Mama took him to class for the first time and sat him in a chair at a big round table. It was the biggest round table he had ever seen. But, it was just right for his height. He cried when his mom left him, but the teacher pet him on the shoulder to provide reassurance. She was busy comforting other children but just her touch brought knowledge that things would be fine. Then another little girl came to class. She was weeping so loud that everyone looked at her. She was snorting, snotting and slobbering. Her face and hands were a mess. It seemed that nothing could tear her away from her mom. All at once, Wes jumped out of his chair and grabbed the slippery hand of the grieving girl. He touched her shoulder and said, "It's going to be ok. I'm scared too but I'll be your friend. Come and sit by me." She nodded her head and stopped crying. All the moms gasped in disbelief. They were choked with amazement at the compassion of this little boy.

It was conference day at school and Wes's mom, Linda Hoffman, was nervously and uncomfortably sitting at the little table, in a little chair made for little people. "Why do they make us sit in these things, she wondered, are they all out of big people chairs today?" Linda was wondering if they would take a designated donation for larger chairs when in walked Mrs. Green. They exchanged chitchat for a few sentences but then started to get down to the nitty-gritty. "Wesley is a smart boy," she started, "He can quickly grasp every concept I teach him." "He's kind and compassionate. He always has sweet things to say." Linda smiled and felt proud of her son and then the floor dropped out with one thunderous, "But" from Mrs. Green.