I Wonder, Wonder, Wonder

Wil talks all the time. He talks to me, he talks to friends, he talks to himself. I wonder at the time, listening to him today, how one hesitant word was cause to drop everything and celebrate. His verbalization today was once a distant, fuzzy dream. Like reaching for a cloud that my hands couldn’t quite grasp.

Wil does have a tendancy to stutter when he’s excited — his emotions overtake his ability to choose his words and his words get jumbled up. I get it; even the most poetic words could never fully describe an emotion.

When Wil sings, however, there is no stuttering. His emotions, paired with the words, are set free in song.

When Wil talks to himself, there is no hesitation in his words either.

“Lunch?” He’ll ask himself.

“Yeah, yeah, lunch.” Is his reply.

“What do you want? Hot dogs?” He prods.

“Mmm, hot dogs? Yeah, hot dogs.” He answers himself.

“With mustard and peppers. And relish. Mom! Lunch!”

When his self-talk first emerged, I worried. I remember when I first heard it. He was sitting on the floor of his bedroom in front of his closet. He had a back-and-forth conversation with himself on what toys to play with. It was also at this time that the gap in abilities with his peers was becoming very clear. So this timing had me wondering if he had created an imaginary friend because he felt lonely.

Wil has had the same peer group since kindergarten and they exemplify what inclusion is. Even so, I wondered how this gap in abilities that I saw expanding was affecting Wil emotionally. He didn’t act sad about it. He still talked about his friends in the same way. But there was this self-talk emerging and I didn’t know where it was coming from – other than Wil, of course.

I googled “self-talk Down syndrome.” I found this phenomenon is very common amongst individuals with Down syndrome. It’s simply a way to process thoughts. As Wil grew older and we spent more time with teens in our Down syndrome support group, I realized how typical this is. Now it’s just what Wil does. It’s just what is.

As Wil grows on the outside, I grow on the inside. The stigma of the outside disappears when I find understanding on the inside. I frequently look back and wonder at what I once wondered at. It’s an emotion beyond words.