Anyone with a disability can tell you that staring comes with the territory. This was a lesson we learned soon after we were told that our 20-month-old son, Logan, had Type II SMA. Before we received this life-changing diagnosis, the only looks we’d get were smiles in response to his dimpled cheeks and chubby legs. But a year later, when we added a wheelchair to the mix, the stares—and some smiles—took on new and complex meanings, and so did our feelings about them.