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 now with DS vs gro
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!).