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Snapshots of life experienced with my son Wil, who has Down syndrome.

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I wasn’t feeling very well yesterday. Wil had just gotten over the flu, and I believe a lesser degree of his illness hit my system yesterday. Other than going to work in the morning, and taking Katherine and Elizabeth on a few errands, I laid low and got as much sleep as I could. I decided to sleep in this morning, and Matt had long left before I woke up. I could smell the coffee in the kitchen when I woke up. It smelled good, so that was a good sign. I could hardly drink any yesterday with the nausea. It was still dark in our house, as I padded from my bedroom toward the kitchen. Katherine, Elizabeth and Wil were still sleeping. I walked by Woody, curled up in his bed on the living room floor. He didn’t lift his head, but his tail, extending the outskirts of his round bed, gently and rhythmically tapped the hardwood floor. I bent down and gave him a pet. I made my way into the kitchen, and poured myself a cup of coffee, then turned the desk light on just above the Lazy boy chair. I nestled in the chair with a book. My New Year’s resolution has been to stay off of any media first thing in the morning and read something that will improve my life. Twenty days in, just one more day to cement the habit. Soon I heard Wil rustling in his bed. He got up and must have seen the desk light in the living room. He walked toward the doorway in his room, and leaned to peer out of it. As soon as he saw me, he quickly stood back upright and shut his door. Privacy has been a big deal lately. A few minutes later, he emerged fully dressed in a button-up collared shirt and pants. “Going somewhere special today, Wil?” I asked. “Hi, Mom.” “Hi, Buddy.” He walked over and climbed up in the chair with me. “You are squishing me, Mom.” “Hey, I was here first, you stinker. I think it’s you that is squishing me.” “Ohhh, Mom. You are being silly.” Hearing his string of words must be how an elementary music teacher feels when the choir comes together in harmony. Hours of practice, working for the notes to come together--to click. Wil used to say “you be silly Mom.” Read more at: https://wilingness.com/2020/01/20/happy-is-as-happy-does/

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This cute, little tortoise reminded me of the post I wrote yesterday :)

January 17, 2019Christie Taylor

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