downsyndromeblog – Page 3 – Stories of Wil, my son, who has Down syndrome

An Evil Queen’s Observation on Acceptance

I am often placed in the position of being teacher. Not by trade. Not by degree. But by raising a child with special needs. My

Wil had not slept in his own bed for months. He said he had a bad dream. A bad dream could mean lots of things.

On the day of Wil’s birth, the nurse said he was “floppy” which is a soft marker for Down syndrome. He melted into my chest.

I intentionally started running in 2013, but when I think back, it really started around late 2009 or 2010. When Wil learned to dash. The

Wil and I laid on our sectional couch just before bedtime. Our heads together, we made a right angle given that we are almost the

“He will always be happy.” “God only gives special children to special people.” “Kids with Down syndrome are angels on earth.” Or the dreaded, “I’m

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