Evie the Extraordinary and Her Mommy: The Journey As We Go

This past week, I noticed that a woman in the waiting room had a teenage son with Down Syndrome. When I later spoke with her, I told her about my 2 year old daughter with DS.  Her eyes lit up, and we proceeded to speak in Spanish (very badly, on my part) about our kids. We had an instant kinship. A few days later, her husband came in and proudly showed us pictures of his son on his cell phone.  He wanted to show me that his son could ride the T with his friends.  He then showed me a video of his son dancing Latino style (very well, I must say), and we shared a "I-have-a-kid-with-DS-and-I'm-so-proud" moment. Later that afternoon, I met a man in his 60's who has DS.  He came with a caretaker, and was in a wheelchair.  He kept falling asleep while we were trying to talk to him.  He was nonverbal and pretty out of it. While they were 2 very different individuals, the contrast was completely obvious to me, right there in front of my eyes.  Growing up no...

I got the idea for this post because of a comment made by Evie's fairy godmother, joyosity.   But first, this post begins with a clear plastic box. Entertaining Evie is getting tougher. I have mom guilt whenever I turn to the iPad, so this week when we went out, I put some items in a clear plastic box for Evie.  We brought this to joyosity's house today and she commented that it looked like a Babysitters' Club kit.   For those of you who are not familiar with the Babysitters' Club, this was the best book series ever for a young middle school girl, right up there with Sweet Valley High. The girls in the Babysitters club put together personalized kits to take with them to entertain the kids when they babysat. I was thrilled that my voracious reading of the Babysitters Club had paid off and that I had subconsciously followed my early tutelage by the esteemed Babysitters.  So here is what my Evie-sitting kit had inside today:  1. Dr. Seuss' T...