We had friends over today for a playdate - my friends and Becca's friends.
The 4 kids have Down syndrome and are between the ages of 6 and 9. Us moms are generally upbeat with the occasional hair pulling moments. (Pulling our own hair out at wits end that is.)
We fed the kids lunch and then sent them off to play in Becca's room while we tried to have a relaxing lunch ourselves. Well, there was quite a bit of jumping up and down out of our seats to redirect or referee the kids.
We were talking about elopement (wandering). I told them how just that morning I had "lost" Becca for a few minutes. I was vacuuming in preparation for having guests. Normally I always have one ear listening for what Becca is up to, but I couln't hear her over the vacuum. When I turned the vacuum off I couldn't find Becca. After a few tense minutes I found her in the front seat of my car in the garage. She was pretending to drive and snacking on the goldfish we keep in the car.
The garage door was up, so luckily she hadn't gone out.
Back to telling the story at lunch. I'm tempted to get up (again) as I hear Becca raising her voice over something or other. But I don't. I take another bite of my sandwich, sigh, and tell my friends, sometimes I just have to eat. And sometimes I have to vacuum. They understand what I'm saying and what I'm asking.
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Tuesday, August 5, 2008
A new favorite
This isn't that new, but it's new to me. I found it through some links about Vicki Forman, whose son Evan died recently. I'm tagging it under 'Truth' - a high compliment.
The Mother at the Swings
I've been on both sides of this conversation. Actually, I'm still more uncomfortable as the mother looking on. Now that Becca goes to a special needs pre-k class, we meet all kinds of kids. I'm really curious, hopefully not in a bad way, about each of their stories. Becca wears her diagnosis on her face, but with most of the kids in her class, it's not obvious. I'd like to be able to ask the other moms, So why is your child in this class? Tell me your story, and I'll tell you mine!
The Mother at the Swings
I've been on both sides of this conversation. Actually, I'm still more uncomfortable as the mother looking on. Now that Becca goes to a special needs pre-k class, we meet all kinds of kids. I'm really curious, hopefully not in a bad way, about each of their stories. Becca wears her diagnosis on her face, but with most of the kids in her class, it's not obvious. I'd like to be able to ask the other moms, So why is your child in this class? Tell me your story, and I'll tell you mine!
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