He got on the bus after school today. That is a very simple statement.
There is no way for you to know the hours, the communications and miscommunications, the collaboration, the deliberations, and for this Mom, the tears behind his steps onto the school bus. A sign of getting on the bus is a sign of a good day. Not a perfect day, but a day where the redirects worked. Where the stops were started again.
Winning doesn’t always come with a medal around our necks and cheering crowds. Winning our day looks ordinary to most. I can’t tell you what tomorrow will bring. But I can assure you, those steps he took up to the bus today were steps of victory. These are the smiles of champions! 🥇🏆
(Wil and his paraprofessional, Kristi)
Stories of Wil, my son, who has Down syndrome 