He has delayed speech but he’s not delayed speech. Some of our traits carry deep meaning, and others just are what they are – we give them little thought. Or maybe they are fun to play with, like changing our hair color. It is our choice in what meaning we give to our various traits. And that can change over time with the experiences of our lives. But we are not the only ones who give meanings to our traits – there are others who may assign different meaning to who we are. For some, Wil’s delayed speech makes his person less valuable. Such limited thinking about who a person in is linked in fear. It gives our brain a certain satisfaction to categorize what we don’t understand, or more accurately what we don’t care to understand:
“That’s retarded. What?! It doesn’t mean anything. It’s just a joke.”
“He’ll always be happy. But it’s a compliment.”
“They are all angels.”
Whether the above is considered positive, negative, or otherwise, these are extremely limited definitions of who we all are as complex human beings, no matter how many working parts we have, no matter how many chromosomes we have, etcetera etcetera etcetera. None of us fit within a box, even an angelic one.
Who were you when you were 7 years old? When you were 12? 16? 25? 32? 41? 52? We are always flexing the margins of who we are due do internal and external circumstances.
My instinctual reaction to Wil’s diagnosis was full of limited thoughts. This is instinctual. Having fear protects us from the dangers of the unknown. Fight or flight. But it doesn’t have to be a way of existence. Though instinct may initially rule our brain, we can then take the next step to make different choices. Situation-by-situation learning opens more doors to new ways of thinking if we allow them to come in.
I don’t want to spend my life fighting for my son. There may be instances where I do. And maybe this writing I’m sharing with you is fighting for my son. But I don’t see it as combative. It’s a sharing of knowing him. I’m sharing with you what I have learned about my son, and how he has changed my life not in easy ways, but in profoundly simple ways. And that is simply getting to know him. Yes Wil has Down syndrome, but Wil is Wil. And Wil changes every day as we all do.
Yes, Wil needs speech therapy. Yes, Wil has moderate cognitive delays. Yes Wil does not understand certain dangers and concepts. Those things are different from me. And some of those things cause me concern. But I see them, I don’t hide from them. I don’t fight them. But they are different so sometimes I struggle with them. Sometimes I get jealous of seeing my empty nester friends have freedoms I do not. But that is just one window of the many I look through in life. I see life in so many different ways than I once did. Though some doors may not be as open to me as others, that is how life is anyway. I am open to opportunities around me, and I walk through those doors and I evolve with them. That is feeling life. That is knowing life. I don’t need to understand life, Down syndrome or many other things in a scietific way, but rather a relational way.
There was a school board member at our school that wanted to reduce special education staff. He went back to a statute in the 1970s to back his cause. If you went to school in the 70s, or even as I did in the 80s, there simply were no students with disabilities in our schools. Or if there were, they were in the basement or otherwise segregated. Inclusion as we know it now did not exist. If it did, that was a rare and very fortunate experience. I’ve read a lot of books on the civil rights acts and how obtuse politicians were about making changes for people with disabilities. It’s hard to read. Have you ever seen pictures of people in institutions? It’s abhorrent to even think of how people with disabilties were treated in the 70s and an antiquated law from this time was used as his reference. This particular school board member was invited to sit in the resource room to better understand what special education staff did. You guessed it – he never did.
All it takes to stop improving the world for our kids is to take a stand (to stand still) on a fear of unknowing.
All it takes to improve the world for our kids is to care enough to know more – then live, evolve, grow and share life beyond definitions.




