And the pushy one
And the one who looked sullen all day
And the one with the all-messed-up hipster hair
And the fat one
And the one who looked too skinny
And the one who threw the tantrum in the gift shop
And the one on the zip wire who was so much less nervous than me
And the one with the annoying voice
And the misguided Man United fan
And the hyper one
And the graceful one
And the one with the posh voice
And the one with the funny walk
And all the others I met earlier today
Keep on being wonderful
Down syndrome couldn’t make you all the same even if it wanted to
Mr Tayto has been an icon for generations of Irish kids, since the mid 50s. Thanks to Tayto Park for throwing the doors open and giving all proceeds to Down Syndrome Ireland on Saturday 15th September. It was a meaningful gesture, and a great opportunity for everybody to be normal.
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Happy ’13 to Jacob and the clann.
He’ll probably be writing his own blog soon! How’s it cuttin over there, it’s so cold over here, we have been shivering by the fire since November, waiting for a blog update 😉
Cheers All.
Oh E, my intentions are great, and you are the cattle prod I need. In short order, the Jacob update can be summed up in a word. That word is ‘Why?’
I am taking it as a measure of success that instead of being thrilled that Jacob is using Why? since midweek as his latest interjection (it does, after all, represent a quantum leap for any intellect to begin to question reason), I am also annoyed and exasperated at having to answer it, as it is always, so far at least, being used when we’re trying to get out of the house or meet some deadline or other.
In other words, he is proving to be as bothersome as both my other children, constantly craving attention, time and whatever else pops into his head at any given second. They ALL have special needs, which can be summed up as each of them wanting their stuff sorted out NOW!
And now that I’ve started getting ‘Why?’ as a response to ‘Jacob, put your coat on quickly’, you can tell that I’m thrilled, elated, annoyed, hassled and trying to remember every so often that he actually is a bit different. It’s not working though. A little thing like every one of his cells being uniquely different to the rest of us is no longer qualifying as special. Or not that special.
All told, I’m secretly thrilled, and life – demanding as it constantly is – continues to amaze and delight me. I hope you guys are savouring all of it too. 🙂