I unexpectedly had some time during the day after Evie's doctor appointment last week, and decided to just bite the bullet and register her in the public school system for preschool (I know! I'm not ready yet either). I had no idea. I had no idea the level of bureaucracy involved for preschool. Just to get in the building was a challenge. I had to walk all the way around to find the ONE set of doors I could enter (totally smart to keep our children safe), and then buzz the doorbell to be let in by the security guard. Then I had to wait for the administrators to finish chatting with each other before I could go in the office for registration. Then the lady asked me if I had the birth certificate, utility bills, immunizations, physical, and license. I proudly and confidently said yes. Then she asked me if I had filled out the registration packet, and I felt deflated. She handed me a 15 page packet and told me to tell her when she was read...
While sharing our journey with Down Syndrome, we want to help other parents with our experiences, as well as spread awareness about what it means to have Down Syndrome (spoiler: it means great things!).