special needs friends – Page 2 – Stories of Wil, my son, who has Down syndrome

You Go Girl!

At the airport yesterday, Wil was struggling a bit with some young children crying. As a Starbucks was nearby, I asked Elizabeth to walk him

Kristi, Wil’s paraprofessional, sent me this photo of Wil cooking at school with his Connect mentor, Victoria. It was Cinco de Mayo and they were

“Give me a hug.” Those were Laura’s first words when she came over for a visit. A slanderous word had been directed at Wil that

I was about two years younger than Wil when I hopped a fence with my friends. The top of the fence caught the back pocket

The girl stood behind the hospital wheelchair and clasped the narrow top of the plastic seat. Her mother, standing beside her (both about the same

When Wil was born, I wondered on his differences. How would they separate him from making friends? How would his differences separate him from living

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