Down Syndrome: Listening as Acceptance

She looked at LP carefully and my throat caught a little.  Here we go.  I made myself smile.

“So… he has Down syndrome?”
“Yes.”

From here, it usually goes few ways:
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Dear Mouse: I See You

Dear Mouse,

You went to a birthday party today and your father’s report was… well, not great.  It seems you spent most of the time being a barnacle on your daddy’s leg, despite the kind efforts of other kids to get you to play.  In fact, your daddy told me you were pretty unkind to one of the kids, and that hurt my heart a bit. Read the rest of this entry »


Parenting: Better You Than Me?

There is some sort of line I seem to have crossed after having three kids into some type of strange martyrdom. Or self-immolation? Sainthood? Maybe it is just this place we live in, but it seems like a BIG deal to have more kids than parents in a household.  Add to the fact that one of my kids (gasp) has Down syndrome, and jeepers creepers.  And I stay at home?  No job, no break from the kids?  Sainthood, halo, superhero cape, all of it.  It.  Is.  On. Read the rest of this entry »


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