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Whale Starts with W

“I swallowed a marble.”

I was in the living room. Wil was sitting in his bedroom adjacent to the living room.

Wil often talks to himself – many of us do. It helps us better process our thoughts, and it’s the same for Wil and for many people with Down syndrome. I quite like eavesdropping on Wil to better understand what is on his mind. Every morning he has a back-and-forth conversation with himself on what to wear: “Wear the blue shirt? Yeah, yeah, the blue shirt. Ok, the blue shirt.”

His exclamation about the marble though, was no back-and-forth conversation with himself. He wanted me to hear it. He was waiting for my response. Wil’s sister Katherine was home so he didn’t have my full attention as he’s grown used to since his sisters went away to college.

His attention-seeking strategy was effective. I went straight into his room.

“Wil did you really swallow a marble?”

“Hmph.”

“Wil, please tell me as this could be serious. I need to know. Did you swallow a marble?”

“Yes.” Then a moment later, “No.”

I actually had no idea if this was serious or not. I quickly googled swallowing a marble and found that it was quite common in young children. As a marble is round and smooth, most pass without issue. I sighed relief. But I didn’t want Wil to think he could add marbles to his diet.

I sat down next to him. “Wil, if you did swallow a marble, it’s very important that you tell me if your stomach hurts right away. Ok?”

“Ok.”

“So, did you swallow a marble?”

“No.” Then, “Yes.”

He was getting the attention he wanted from me and was holding tight to it.

“Ok, how about we go watch Olaf’s Frozen Adventure,” I said. Wil loves Frozen, and I love Olaf, so this was a show we both have watched together multiple times, which is why I chose it in this moment.

“Yes!”

I still have no idea whether he swallowed a marble or not. Wil does not outwardly lie. I’ve never heard him lie, and I don’t think he even knows what lying is. In this case he wanted my attention.

Other times, if I ask a question and he doesn’t know the answer, he will throw out a yes or no just to answer me, or whomever is asking. His eye exams can be quite challenging as this happens a lot.

But yesterday, he took one of his friend’s phones as a joke, and his teacher let him know this was no joke. His teacher then Facetimed me, with Wil, about this so we could all talk it out. Wil then understood the seriousness of taking other’s possessions. When Matt and I talked about this incident with Wil after school, he was very honest. As he always is with these types of questions.

After about 5pm every day, Wil will blurt out a detail about his day. This is a quieter time at home, or when we are in the car on the way to a therapy or the grocery store. He’ll blurt out, “Chocolate chip cookies!” Or, “Omelets!” Which is what he made in cooking class that day and then we can talk about it. But if I ask too soon, he won’t tell me. Wil shares on his own timeline when he’s had time to unwind and process his day. Then, he’s an open book.

Sometimes I don’t understand what he’s saying, so I’ll ask him to spell it. Yesterday I asked him what he did in choir.

“Whales.”

“Whales?”

“Yes, whales.” He said. Thinking I misunderstood him I asked what letter it started with.

“W.”

“Oh, ok.” Now realizing I heard him correctly, but the context was out of place for me, I then asked, “Did you watch a movie about whales?”

“Yes!”

It’s really interesting how breakdowns in communication can happen. I did hear what Wil said, but as I didn’t connect whales with choir, I thought I misunderstood him. I’m not the best listener, but with Wil I am because I have to be.

I used to say, “Oh, I’m not that kind of person.” But I quit doing that, because raising Wil I’ve had to be many kinds of people that I didn’t think I was.

Many think raising a child with a disability is a burden. But in fact, my experience has been that Wil has brought so much freedom in my life, in altering the way I think, hear and see the world.

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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.

<younger Wil and his longtime friend, Lila>

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Wil Rode the School Bus Today!

Wil rode the school bus today.

In this house we take no such statements for granted.

In middle school, Wil riding the bus proved unsuccessful. He was already having a hard time transitioning to a new school with new educators and hormones were in full effect. The middle school years are challenging; then add in communication barriers and cognitive delays that a body’s progression into puberty does not wait for, and you’ve got behaviors. Every day was a new experience, and we were rewriting the plan over and again. Finally, I called “Uncle” on the bus riding as it was adding stress to Wil amongst all the other areas we were navigating at the time. It’s challenging to do that, as you never know if you are giving up at the right time, or too soon. But what I have learned is no matter what the success — or lack there of — looks like from the outside, there is groundwork being laid on the inside.

Wil is now in 11th grade. He loves being 16 years old. And he is fond of reminding me he will be 17 years old on his birthday. He wants to go to college like his sisters. We will cross that bridge — in this house we are very used to crossing bridges as they come. As he is growing into his indepedence and his maturity has blossomed, he told me he wants to ride the bus home. I joyously concurred.

Last spring, he did ride the transfer bus from his high school to the elementary school where I work. This was very successful, so I think it was the perfect nudge to riding the bus the full way home.

All was going smoothly until 2 weeks ago. Wil walked to the bus like he always did, but then just kept on a-walking. His teacher ran after him and walked him back to the bus. Wil refused to get on. So Wil and his teacher walked to the office. His teacher called me and I picked him up. This happened every day for a week.

All I could get out of Wil was that the bus was too crowded. He refused to sit up front where it was quieter. But he is in 11th grade, so why would he want to do that? I suggested his noise-cancelling headphones. Wil is very aware of his looks, and doesn’t want to look different. I want to make clear that he is in no way ashamed of his disabilty, nor should he be. And noise sensitivity is part of his disability. But Wil puts great importance on his appearance, and you know by now his deep affection for baseball hats, so noise-cancelling headphones would throw off his style; and his hat. (Wil only wears his headphones now if he is at the movies or a concert, but he’ll only go to these loud places if he really wants to be there.)

So, here we were. Wil refused to ride up front where it was quieter. He wanted to sit in the back with his friends. But it was too crowded. So it makes total sense that he would attempt to walk up to the bus, get nervous and keep going.

Just being able to make sense of things is HUGE!! When Wil was in middle school, he was not able to express to me his reasons for being nervous on the bus. His educators and I had to do our best detective work, but with so many factors at play, our best guesses were only that — guesses.

As Wil could now tell me the reason for not riding the bus, we could have a discussion about it. Now Wil had true ownership in his decision as we could have a conversation about his options as I knew what the struggle was.

Whether what we come up with works for the long-term or not is to be seen. But what is most important is that Wil has a voice in this, and that is something he’s always deserved to have, and we’ve worked hard for him to share it.

With this knowledge, Wil’s teacher created a chart to hang in the classroom. Each day Wil rides the bus he will get a sticker. Wil thrives on recognition so was immediately into this idea. Every 3 stickers, I will take Wil to the market to pick out a handmade sandwich of his choice and a drink. He also loves this type of adventure.

Today is day one of this plan. I went up to the school and parked in the lot just in case Wil refused (I parked out of Wil’s sight so he wouldn’t backtrack.)

Wil’s teacher walked with him, and he successfully made it on the bus!

In this house, we celebrate successes!

Today is one day, tomorrow will be another. And so will the next. Every day we cross a new bridge. Every day I will feel a tightening in my stomach at 2:45 with one eye on my phone. And every day it doesn’t ring I’ll release the butterflies in my stomach to fly in celebration.

In this house, every day is a new day. We never take such things for granted.

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The Amazing is in The Choice

There is no magic formula to acceptance of our friends with disabilities.

Acceptance, in its essence, is very simple.

You don’t need to be a special person. You don’t need to be born kind or compassionate or patient.
You don’t need to be energetic or inspirational.

You don’t need to be anything other than willing to open your mind to acceptance.

That’s it. You don’t need anything else. It’s simply to be or not to be.

Once you truly open your mind to acceptance, the rest will come. The new ways of thought. The adventures you never considered. The new friends you wouldn’t have known otherwise. It’s the experience, once accepted, that delivers the specialness, the kindness, the compassion, the inspiration, the energy and the patience.

But if you keep your mind closed, then you’ll never know the amazing you are missing.

Acceptance is not a natural-born talent or a skill; it’s a choice. And that choice is up to you.

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Take Another Think

We may believe our thinking is correct; or it is good—that we are good people.

Even those of us that call ourselves open-minded may find we have unwittingly closed off our minds when spending time with individuals with disabilities.

Why is this?

Because we have to see it their way first to understand. And many times — in some cases most of the time— their way is not easily readable. So we push our agenda on those with disabilities.

Individuals with disabilities’ way of communicating may be very different, or even non-existent in a verbal sense, so actions must be carefully observed. And even then we may remain clueless. It takes too much patience, and so we, even unconsciously, push our way on them, or we ignore them.

Our own belief system must be suspended to decipher theirs. We must let go of trying to be “good” or “helpful” because our version of what is good or helpful may not be for them. This very fact is likely the most challenging, and yet the most empowering process, in our very own lives.

When we suspend our own belief system in order to understand theirs, something shifts within us. Something bigger, something higher — spiritual even.

This process has no end. In fact, in 16 years I’m only just beginning. I’m stronger than I’ve ever been in trying to understand Wil, and understand the world’s reaction to him. I’m learning as a parapro to understand many differing abilities. It’s challenging and I need the expertise of those around me, because again what I think of as being helpful may not be helpful to them.

But it’s also so amazing to understand what in some ways may never be understandable. It wakes up something in me. Not because I’m trying to be a good person; it is because I truly want to understand what these kids are trying to say.

Those with disabilities are true gifts to us all—and yet this population is so very ignored and misunderstood. We must first forget ourselves, in full effort to understand another, and in that we find a stronger constitution of our own selves within.

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Special Needs Siblings

These two young women have stepped up to the plate more than most realize; and they do it with love and grace.

That said, Katherine and Elizabeth treat Wil like any little brother — loving him, being annoyed with him, and standing up for him. Their life requires an extra level that is not easy to understand, unless you also have a sibling or loved one with a disability.

If you do, you are probably nodding right now. Here’s to you, and to the path you walk, and to what you give to this world.

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To “Be” or not to “Be”

At 53 years old I am a student. At 89 years old I will be a student. When I say goodbye to this world, I will be a student.

Yesterday, I was trying to help a student who has autism. I was kind. I gave this student squeezes, I spoke calmly; soothingly. This student’s aggravation grew.

I see a lot of “Be Kind” bumper stickers. “Be Understanding,” in my opinion, is where we need to “Be,” but that’s too substantial for a bumper sticker.

I looked to the teacher for advice with this student. The teacher explained that this student was working through inner thoughts; likely about an event that happened earlier at home that we knew nothing about. This student needed space to verbally work through those emotions.

This explanation clicked immediately in my mind. It made sense in the way some times physical touch and calming words are needed; while others space is required. But without that explanation, I don’t believe I would have seen this difference on my own. But now that I did, it was set in place in my mind and I will now be better equipped to help this student when another such happening occurs.

Every day, in this way, I gain new understanding. I gain new confidence and strength in helping give these students what they need to move forward.

One of my friends, whose son has autism, said she wishes, just for a moment, she had a special key to unlock his brain, walk in, take a look around, say, “uh huh,” then close his brain back up and move on with life.

Full understanding is an unattainable goal, but when we shoot for the moon, we can reach the stars; even if it’s one star at a time.

I’ve been asked more times than I can count stars, “How do you have such patience?”

I’ve used the word “patience” regarding Wil in my stories about helping him through “stuck” patches. But now, after having the few months of experience in this work that I’ve had, my perspective on “patience” has shifted.

Now, when I consider that word, “patience” is exercised when I don’t want to take the time to understand. When time is urgent, and Wil won’t go. When I want Wil to cooperate and he won’t. So I wait him out. But when I truly learn to read his cues; when I anticipate what may happen, when I try to take the “key” so to speak and unlock what is happening in his mind, that’s not patience. That’s being a student; that is cultivating an understanding. And when you unlock even a piece of understanding, the elation is beyond words.

To truly fill up the well inside of you, don’t just “Be kind.” Be desirous to learn. Be desirous to understand. Be desirous to be a perpetual student. Reach for the moon, and even if you grab one star, you’ll “Be” substantiality beyond what any bumper sticker can preach.

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The Cure

My son will not play in the NBA; my son will not invent a new vaccine. My son will not design a software program nor manage your finances. My son will not drive a car nor drive a recycling truck.

But my son sang for nearly 4 hours on our drive up north without any music playing other than what was in his head. My son can put an impromptu Luke Bryan medley together faster and more expertly than Luke himself. My son knows the lyrics to well over 100 country songs. My son still jumps in puddles at age 16, finds reasons to laugh over things we’ve long forgotten, and has a joie de vivre that is enigmatically contagious.

My son is also frustratingly slow when he doesn’t want to do something, often coming to an abrupt halt. He will not be bullied, pushed or cajoled. He will do things in his own time; not mine and not yours. My son is hurt deeply when others try to force their timeline or opinions on him; yet he doesn’t hold a grudge against others. He quickly forgives, but he never forgets.

My son has his own opinions, idiosyncrasies, habits and preferences. My son, just like you and me, is fully human in beautifully challengingly ways. That is where we all can meet.

Wil does not have to win a pulitzer prize to prove his worth to this world. In fact, his having a disability gives us the opportunity to be better humans than we are. Wil, in his own way, is a pearl.

Wil was always a pearl; it was my heart that was the sand that needed to be molded and shaped.

Many do not take the time to look within their own hearts to see the sand; and this is required to take the time to understand my son. To understand Down syndrome. Our closed minds are the sand that we must mold over time and experience, and in that we find the pearl of his existence. And the beauty of that journey is we come to value what human life is about. It’s more than achievement. It’s more than habits. It’s about remembering the songs in our hearts before the sand gritted and obscured them.

I don’t want a cure for Down syndrome; I want a cure for a belief system. I want to turn sand into pearls within us. If we can create vaccines and information systems and recycling systems, can we not do this?

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I Feel Good!

I remember, when Wil was a brand new baby, I walked into my first Down Syndrome Support Team (DSST) meeting. Young kids with Down syndrome were running around playing like young kids do. Everything was so normal, and yet it wasn’t to me, because all these kids had Down syndrome. I went home, though very supported by the parents, crying my eyes out. My mother-in-law, who was at our house watching the twins (who were not even 2 years old yet), asked how it went. I broke down crying again. My emotions felt too big to process.

Yeaterday, at a DSST teen event, our kids acted like…you guessed it, total teenagers. They went between competitive games of pool, foosball, and Apples to Apples, to being cool and aloof. We finished the event with a dance party, and our teens got down like James Brown! I went home floating on a cloud.

What was the difference between then and now, other than age? Its the same, but also not. And in the process of learning the “not” I fell in love with the whole.

And when you can embrace the whole, there is an elation with a depth to it. Kind of like a James Brown charasmatic scream 🙂

I feel good!! Oww!!

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Centurion, Collaboration & Education

“I don’t want to live until I’m 100.” One said.

“Oh, me either.” Replied another. Both shared their own beliefs for saying so.

I found myself bristling. Actually jealous. And how silly of me. Who gets to choose how long they live? But what I found myself upset about was how they could take this longevity for granted. I have a child, that even as independent as he becomes, will always be vulnerable. Always.

Who will look after him when I’m gone? Katherine and Elizabeth have already volunteered, but I’d like them to have their own independent lives as long as possible. To grow into their own adult lives without the concern of caring for their brother until they are much older.

I thought deeper on my internal reaction. If I had said something out loud, they would have apologized profusely. It would have turned the light-hearted conversation into something deeper. They would have been “educated” but would have felt “bad.” These were not people who needed to be educated. They understand Wil and love him. But they aren’t living this daily life like I am. There is a time for educating, and there is a time for not educating.

There is absolutely a lack of awareness in what we do as parents of our kids. All of the extra work involved, the daily aspects of life we must consider, and the future aspects of life. Sometimes we just get tired. Tired of explaining; tired of people not understanding. Not because they are bad people, they simply don’t know. With all of this within us, it’s easy to get angry when people simply don’t know.

I have worked with many “new” people who don’t have the knowledge I do, but they put themselves in the crosshairs of tired parents to learn. Rather than beating them down for not knowing, I am grateful they chose a profession of helping.

When Wil was in preschool, his speech therapist didn’t have much experience with Down syndrome as just previous to Wil entering school the kids with special needs went to Chelsea as they had a developed program. I could have gotten frustrated with their lack of knowledge, but instead we watched the videos together, and learned together, and I’m very grateful to say this speech therapist and I have a very strong bond, and she works with Wil in high school now. The colloaboration and learning together, has been a huge asset in Wil’s life and in his success to this point.

Even when you are challenging a boundary, have respect where another person’s ideas are coming from; ask questions rather push your agenda. Find ways to collaborate. Certainly there are those out there that don’t care. Or even worse, those that pretend to care, say what you want to hear, then go do their own thing. It makes my stomach drop.

But as Mr. Rogers said, look for the helpers. I could have wasted my time beating this person down, and those fights are necessary, but I have found focusing on the helpers is what gets Wil what he needs. I put my focus on collaborating with them. Growing my relationships with them. Showing my gratitude for them. And through all the bumps, the helpers have stuck by Wil and my sides.

We all have things we fight for. But some fights aren’t worth the energy. I’d rather choose my moments to decide when bringing up certain things are just for a fight, or are they truly worth making the change.

No one knows enough to know everything. You or anyone else. I have just as much a duty of being open as anyone else. I’m not more “right” because Wil has Ds. And just as much of a duty to listen and understand where others are coming from instead of always pushing my agenda. But I do have a duty, like any other mom, to raise Wil the best I can. And I would love for him to be a helper, by being a collaborator and realizing he doesn’t stand on a special pedastal just because he has Ds. He stands there because he was a good person.

I hope to live to 100 to see it.